1. يا طائِرَ البانِ غِرّيداً عَلى فَنَنٍ

    ما هاجَ نَوحُكَ لي يا طائِرَ البانِ

    O bird of the ben tree, singing sweetly on a bough,

    How your lament has stirred me, O bird of the ben tree!

  2. هَل أَنتَ مُبلَغُ مَن هامَ الفُؤادُ بِهِ

    إِنَّ الطَليقَ يُؤَدّي حاجَةَ العاني

    Will you carry word to the one my heart loves madly?

    Indeed, the free one fulfills the captive's need.

  3. ضَمانَةٌ ما جَناها غَيرُ مُقلَتِهِ

    يَومَ الوَداعِ فَيا شَوقي إِلى الجاني

    A lingering sickness, caused by none but his eye

    On the day of farewell—oh, my longing for the culprit!

  4. مُغَفَّلٌ عَن هُمومي في بُلَهنِيَةٍ

    أَرعى النُجومَ وَطَرفاهُ قَريرانِ

    Heedless of my cares, he lives in carefree ease;

    I watch the stars, while his eyes are at rest.

  5. يَنأى وَيَدنو عَلى خَضراءَ مَورِقَةٍ

    لُعبَ النُعامى بِأَوراقٍ وَأَغصانِ

    He draws away and comes near on a green, leafy tree,

    As the south wind plays with leaves and branches.

  6. كَالقُرطِ عُلِّقَ في ذِفرى مُبَتَّلَةٍ

    بَينَ العَقائِلِ قُرطاها قَليقانِ

    Like an earring hung behind the ear of a shapely woman,

    Among noble ladies, with her two earrings swaying.

  7. هَيهاتَ ما أَنتَ مِن وَجدي وَلا طَرَبي

    وَلا لِقَلبِكَ أَشجاني وَأَحزاني

    Far from it! You share neither my passion nor my rapture,

    Nor does your heart bear my griefs and sorrows.

  8. وَلا نَظَرتَ إِلى ماءٍ عَلى ظَمَإٍ

    تَبغي الوُرودَ وَلَيسَ الوِردُ بِالداني

    Nor have you gazed at water while thirsty,

    Seeking to reach it, though the watering place is not near.

  9. وَلا فُجِعتَ وَقَد سارَت رَكائِبُهُم

    يَومَ الغَميمِ بِغِزلانِ كَغِزلانِ

    Nor were you bereft, when their riding camels departed,

    On the day at al-Ghamim, of beauties like gazelles.

  10. لَولا تَذَكُّرُ أَيّامي بِذي سَلَمٍ

    وَعِندَ رامَةَ أَوطاري وَأَوطاني

    Were it not for remembering my days at Dhu Salam,

    And, at Ramah, my desires and my homelands,

  11. لَما قَدَحتُ بِنارِ الوَجدِ في كَبِدي

    وَلا بَلَلتُ بِماءِ الدَمعِ أَجفاني

    I would not have kindled the fire of passion in my liver,

    Nor wetted my eyelids with the water of tears.