كَفى حَزَناً أَن تَجمَعَ الدارُ شَملَنا

كَفى حَزَناً أَن تَجمَعَ الدارُ شَملَنا

وَأُمسي قَريباً لا أَزورُكِ كُلثُما

وَأُمسي قَريباً لا أَزورُكِ كُلثُما

It is sorrow enough that the dwelling brings us together,

Enough of sorrow that home united us,

And I spend the evening nearby without visiting you, Kulthum.

Yet I seldom visit you each evening.

دَعى القَلبَ لا يَزدَد خَبالاً مَعَ الَّذي

دَعى القَلبَ لا يَزدَد خَبالاً مَعَ الَّذي

بِهِ مِنكِ أَو داوي جَواهُ المُكَتَّما

بِهِ مِنكِ أَو داوي جَواهُ المُكَتَّما

Leave the heart be, lest its madness grow beyond what

The heart is prone to increasing madness

It already suffers from you—or heal its concealed burning anguish.

With that which comes from you or secretly healing its injury.

وَمَن كانَ لا يَعدو هَواهُ لِسانُهُ

وَمَن كانَ لا يَعدو هَواهُ لِسانُهُ

فَقَد حَلَّ في قَلبي هَواكِ وَخَيَّما

فَقَد حَلَّ في قَلبي هَواكِ وَخَيَّما

And though a man's love may go no farther than his tongue,

He whose tongue does not exceed his love,

Love for you has indeed settled in my heart and pitched its tent.

Has lodged his love for you residing in my heart.

وَلَيسَ بِتَزويقِ اللِسانِ وَصَوغِهِ

وَلَيسَ بِتَزويقِ اللِسانِ وَصَوغِهِ

وَلَكِنَّهُ قَد خالَطَ اللَحمَ وَالدَما

وَلَكِنَّهُ قَد خالَطَ اللَحمَ وَالدَما

And it is not mere embellishment of the tongue and artful phrasing,

It is not by adorning the tongue and shaping it,

But it has mingled with flesh and blood.

Rather it has mingled with flesh and blood.