أقول يا غصن هلا ملت نحو فتى

أقول يا غصن هلا ملت نحو فتى

فؤاده طار حتى ليس يألفه

فؤاده طار حتى ليس يألفه

I say, “O bough, will you not lean toward a youth

I say, O branch, incline towards a youth

Whose heart has flown away, so that it no longer feels at home with him?”

Whose heart has flown so high none can reach it

فقال من قال قدي مثل غصن نقا

فقال من قال قدي مثل غصن نقا

قلت النسيم الذي ما زال يعطفه

قلت النسيم الذي ما زال يعطفه

He said, “Who said my stature was like a bough upon a sand dune?”

He who said my waist is like a supple branch, I said

I said, “The breeze that never ceases to bend it.”

It is the breeze, ever bending and turning it