كَتَمْتُ هَوَاكِ حَتَّى لَيْسَ يَدْرِي

كَتَمْتُ هَوَاكِ حَتَّى لَيْسَ يَدْرِي

لِسَانِي مَا تَضَمَّنَهُ جَنَانِي

لِسَانِي مَا تَضَمَّنَهُ جَنَانِي

I concealed my love for you so well that my tongue does not know

I concealed my love for you, none could tell

What my heart holds within.

What rapture filled my heart, what passion dwell

وَلِي بَيْنَ الْجَوَانِحِ مِنْكِ سِرٌّ

وَلِي بَيْنَ الْجَوَانِحِ مِنْكِ سِرٌّ

خَفِيٌّ لا يَعِيهِ الْكَاتِبَانِ

خَفِيٌّ لا يَعِيهِ الْكَاتِبَانِ

And between my ribs I hold a secret of you,

Within me burns a secret none may know

Hidden, unknown to the two scribes.

Too deep for tongue or pen or thought to show

وَكَيْفَ يَخُطُّهُ الْمَلَكَانِ عَنِّي

وَكَيْفَ يَخُطُّهُ الْمَلَكَانِ عَنِّي

وَلَمْ يَنْطِقْ بِغَامِضِهِ لِسَانِي

وَلَمْ يَنْطِقْ بِغَامِضِهِ لِسَانِي

And how could the two angels record it about me,

How could the angels record what I feel

When my tongue has not spoken of its mystery?

When lips can't speak love's mystery concealed