طربت وهاجتك المنازلُ من جفنٍ

طربت وهاجتك المنازلُ من جفنٍ

إلا ربما يعتادك الشوق بالحزن

إلا ربما يعتادك الشوق بالحزن

You were moved, and the dwellings at Jafn stirred you.

The homes have been stirred and aroused for you from an eyelid

Yet longing sometimes revisits you with sorrow.

Except perhaps longing has accustomed you to sorrow

نظرتُ إلى أظعان زينبَ بالضحى

نظرتُ إلى أظعان زينبَ بالضحى

فأعولتها لو أنَّ إعوالها يغني

فأعولتها لو أنَّ إعوالها يغني

I looked at Zaynab's camel litters in the forenoon.

I looked upon the wrists of Zainab in the morning

So I lamented them—if only lamenting them could avail.

I wailed for her if only wailing for her would avail

فو اللَه لا أنساكِ زينبُ ما دعت

فو اللَه لا أنساكِ زينبُ ما دعت

مطوقةٌ ورقاءُ شجوا على غصنِ

مطوقةٌ ورقاءُ شجوا على غصنِ

So, by God, I shall not forget you, Zaynab, as long as

By God, I will not forget you Zainab whenever

a ring-necked, ash-gray dove calls mournfully on a branch.

A ringdove calls, grieving upon a branch