1. The bulbuls began singing in our garden
Trilling on the moist branch

2. Mourning with compassion for
The youth in sorrow with lament

3. So they arouse memories of love
In me and remind me of my beloved

4. Oh woe to whom they played with
Their melodies after sunset

5. Faithful is their nightingales' song
On the myrtle branch like a preacher

6. The tunes have left my heart
In sorrow without you knowing what’s inside me

7. Remembrance of the beloved overwhelms me
So I complain the complaint of a stranger

8. I have found only misery
After him and melting sorrow

9. And struggles that have continued
To assail me while I have no responder

10. They persisted till dawn
With my tears flowing copiously