رُبَّ وَرقاءَ هتوفٍ في الضُحى

رُبَّ وَرقاءَ هتوفٍ في الضُحى

ذاتِ شَجوٍ صَدَحت في فَنَنِ

ذاتِ شَجوٍ صَدَحت في فَنَنِ

Many a gray dove, calling in the forenoon,

Many a gray dove, calling loudly at midmorning,

Grief-laden, has sung out upon a bough.

Full of sorrow, sang upon a bough.

ذكرت إِلفاً ودهراً صالحاً

ذكرت إِلفاً ودهراً صالحاً

فبكت حزناً وهاجت حَزني

فبكت حزناً وهاجت حَزني

She remembered a beloved companion and happier days,

She remembered a beloved companion and happy days,

And wept in sorrow, stirring up my sorrow.

So she wept in grief and stirred my sorrow.

فبكائي ربما أرَّقَها

فبكائي ربما أرَّقَها

وبكاها ربما أرَّقَني

وبكاها ربما أرَّقَني

Perhaps my weeping kept her wakeful,

So my weeping sometimes kept her awake,

And perhaps her weeping kept me wakeful.

And her weeping sometimes kept me awake.

ولقد تشكو فما أفهمها

ولقد تشكو فما أفهمها

ولقد أشكو فما تفهمني

ولقد أشكو فما تفهمني

Indeed, she complains, but I do not understand her;

And indeed she laments, yet I do not understand her,

And indeed, I complain, but she does not understand me.

And indeed I lament, yet she does not understand me.

غير أنّي بالجوى أعرِفُها

غير أنّي بالجوى أعرِفُها

وهي أيضاً بالجَوى تعرفُني

وهي أيضاً بالجَوى تعرفُني

Yet through love’s anguish I know her,

Yet through love's anguish I know her,

And through love’s anguish she knows me as well.

And she too, through love's anguish, knows me.