1. The warbling nightingale in the branches disturbs me
With what she stirs in my passion and sorrows

2. As if when she sings of arts
She sings recalling my friends and neighbors

3. O leaves of the waving tree, you were not graced with familiarity
Nor did you visit a home or homeland

4. If you cry as I cry for a dwelling
Where is your pouring tear like mine?

5. I am in a fire of passion that has no end
While you are lining gardens of blooms

6. And in the afternoon, what it casts of thirst
To the basin with flowing, beautiful water

7. When his glance turns away from me for a moment
His flirting glance takes my life and brings me back

8. We were, and there were my days in safe days
White, though time has battled me for ages

9. Can the agony of passion be alleviated after them
By a love-struck, tender, thirsty Saad?

10. O Saad, it is not the promise of the distant one that has kept me awake
Nor my patience after the separation, the exile

11. And I cannot cease while my innards are thirsty
Even if my eyelids watered them with tears

12. I moan when the nightingale moans in the branches
And I am sleepless remembering the separation and distance