وصَادِحَتَيand two singing birds وُرْقٍgray doves شَجَانِيmoved me to sorrow غِنَاهُمَاthe song of them both
وصَادِحَتَي وُرْقٍ شَجَانِي غِنَاهُمَا
وأَدْنينَand they brought near مِنِّيto me قَصِيَّfar-off نِزَاعِيmy yearning
وأَدْنينَ مِنِّي قَصِيَّ نِزَاعِي
And two singing gray doves—their song moved me to sorrow,
And drew my far-off yearning close to me.
تُطَارِحُنَاthey exchange with us شَكْوَىthe plaint الغَرَامِof love تَغنِّياًin song
تُطَارِحُنَا شَكْوَى الغَرَامِ تَغنِّياً
فأبْرَزتَاهُso they both expressed it فيin ألَذِّthe sweetest سَمَاعِmusic
فأبْرَزتَاهُ في ألَذِّ سَمَاعِ
They exchange with us the plaint of love in song,
And so they voiced it in the sweetest music:
هَدِيرٌcooing كماas when حَرَّكْتَyou set vibrating أَوْتَارَthe strings مِزْهَرٍof a lute
هَدِيرٌ كما حَرَّكْتَ أَوْتَارَ مِزْهَرٍ
ونَوْحٌand a lament كماas when اسْتَنْطَقتyou made speak جَونdark يَرَاعِa reed flute
ونَوْحٌ كما اسْتَنْطَقت جَون يَرَاعِ
A cooing, as though you had set a lute’s strings vibrating,
And a lament, as though you had made a dark reed flute speak.
Sol 6.1