1. O joyous nightingale among the doves
You have become, O joyous one, with your singing an admirer

2. You have delighted my hearing, then inspired my youth
With you a benefactor and a tormentor

3. Your branch still laden with blessings
Swayed by the dawn winds of youth

4. And the thickets of your valley, from the greenness of its beauty
Clarify its springs and torment the one who drinks

5. The melodies of your song in the branches excite me
And kindle a passion in my breast and ignite it

6. You reminded me when you sang melodiously
Of the era I devoted to youth in my youth

7. And the days of life that have passed
When the life of fresh growth was fruitful

8. But now grey hair has appeared on my temples
And yesterday's fertile life has become barren for me

9. Beauty has become estranged from me and abandoned
My era and betrayed my aspirations

10. And the breeze of my meadow has turned rough
After it used to be a gentle scattering

11. Oh my soul, you have woken up sick in the mornings
So take the paths to salvation as your roads

12. To the station of the Prophet Muhammad
If you wish for remedies for your illness

13. Take refuge in those domes, for they
Will forever trickle hopes sought after

14. They watered the land of Yathrib torrentially
Streaming with lofty aspirations