1. قَد كُنتُ أَكتُمُ ما تُجِنُّ جَوانِحي

    حَذَرَ الوُشاةِ عَليكِ وَالرُقَباءِ

    I had kept hidden what my breast harbored,

    Fearing for you the talebearers and the watchers,

  2. حَتّى أَعارَتني المُدامَةُ نَشوَةً

    فَوَشَت بِحُبِّكِ نَشوَةُ الصَهباءِ

    Until wine lent me rapture,

    And the rapture of tawny wine betrayed my love for you.