وُرقُ الحَمَائِمِ مُذ غَنَّت بِأغصَانِ

وُرقُ الحَمَائِمِ مُذ غَنَّت بِأغصَانِ

بَانٍ تَعَلَّقت وجداً بِابنَةِ ألبَانِ

بَانٍ تَعَلَّقت وجداً بِابنَةِ ألبَانِ

Since the gray doves sang among the branches

The leaves of doves have hung, since they sang in the branches

of a bān tree, I have been passionately in love with Albān's daughter.

Of a weeping willow, passionately in love with a daughter of Albans

فَإن تَبَيَّنتَ بَاناً مَائِساً خَضِلاً

فَإن تَبَيَّنتَ بَاناً مَائِساً خَضِلاً

غَضًّا تُذَكِّرُنِيهَا مَيسَةُ ألبَانِ

غَضًّا تُذَكِّرُنِيهَا مَيسَةُ ألبَانِ

So if you see a bān tree swaying, lush and moist,

So if you see a willow, downcast and humbled,

and tender, the bān tree's sway reminds me of her.

Its bending reminds me of the bending of Albans

ألبَانُ هَدَّمَ صَبرِى مَيسٌهٌ وَبَنَى

ألبَانُ هَدَّمَ صَبرِى مَيسٌهٌ وَبَنَى

شَجوِ فِلِلَّهِ هذَا الهَادِمُ البَاني

شَجوِ فِلِلَّهِ هذَا الهَادِمُ البَاني

The bān tree's sway destroyed my patience and built

Albans demolished my patience and built

my sorrow—God be praised for this destroyer and builder!

My fervent love - so for God is this demolisher and builder

قَلبي لِعُمرَانَ لا أصبُو لِغَانِيَةٍ

قَلبي لِعُمرَانَ لا أصبُو لِغَانِيَةٍ

ِإِلا ِإذَا كَانَ لِي في الحَالِ قلبَانِ

ِإِلا ِإذَا كَانَ لِي في الحَالِ قلبَانِ

My heart belongs to ʿUmrān; I yearn for no other beauty,

My heart is not for singing to any songstress

unless I have two hearts at once.

Unless I have at the time two hearts

قُلبَانِ في مَعصَمَيهَا هَيَّجَا شَجني

قُلبَانِ في مَعصَمَيهَا هَيَّجَا شَجني

لاَ غَروَ ِإن هَيَّجَ الأشجَانَ قُلبَانِ

لاَ غَروَ ِإن هَيَّجَ الأشجَانَ قُلبَانِ

Two bracelets on her wrists stirred my sorrow;

Two hearts in her bracelets stirred my sorrow

no wonder if two bracelets stir up sorrows.

No wonder if two hearts stirred passions