لَقَد ذاقَ قَلبي في الهَوى طَعمَ حُبّها

لَقَد ذاقَ قَلبي في الهَوى طَعمَ حُبّها

فَقَد ذاقَ مَنّاً لَيسَ تُشبِهُه الحَلوى

فَقَد ذاقَ مَنّاً لَيسَ تُشبِهُه الحَلوى

In passion, my heart has indeed tasted the flavor of her love.

My heart has truly tasted the flavor of her love,

For it has tasted manna unlike any sweet.

So it has tasted a sweetness sweeter than any candy.

تَعَوَّدَهُ قَلبي فَما ذاقَ غَيرهُ

تَعَوَّدَهُ قَلبي فَما ذاقَ غَيرهُ

فَكَيفَ يَذوقُ القلبُ في حُبّها السَّلْوى

فَكَيفَ يَذوقُ القلبُ في حُبّها السَّلْوى

My heart has grown accustomed to it and has tasted nothing else.

My heart grew accustomed, so it would taste nothing else,

So how can the heart taste forgetfulness in its love for her?

How could the heart in loving her taste bitterness?