1. Sing, o nightingale, sing above the sandalwood tree
You are more deserving of love and poetry than I

2. You have a magic like my magic, wonder!
Do you see sorrow like my sorrow in yourself?

3. So you chant the songs of passion
Gently, whatever you wish from branch to branch

4. And teach how a poet weeps
Lost between walls and yearning

5. The world is nothing but the likes of it
Lessons of the world and echoes of wishing

6. A raid whose embers I did not fear
So my sword yielded and did not spare the slain

7. Many a cunning woman camped at the fever
Her protector was absent, and she was asking for help

8. Between hearing and seeing, would that
My eyes do not see and my ears do not hear

9. It is not for my tune which I unleashed
To inflame the world to my angry tune

10. So if I do not provoke it with worries
Neither does my arm cause shade nor shelter my pillar

11. Sing, o nightingale, sing above the sandalwood tree
You are more deserving of love and poetry than I

12. You do not know the worries of the world so take
O bird, lessons of worries from me

13. You do not know the suffering in this world so take,
O bird, lessons of suffering from me

14. The crown of Harun faded of its pearls
So the Tigris wept in sorrow and the Euphrates

15. And the progeny of Zahra fell after
The bright stars reached the peak of flowers

16. And the Marwanids turned away and rolled up
And neglected the writs of the clear texts

17. Tell the Roman army what do you fear
The fox of time betrayed the raiders by treason

18. No, not the Abbasids in the fray of battle
Nor the proud sons of Hamdan

19. My mind wavered between the tents of Minā
And the Euphrates, the manumitted of the early Muslims

20. While the swords are still in their sheaths
Alas for the polished ones!

21. Sing, o nightingale, sing above the sandalwood tree
You are more deserving of love and poetry than I

22. You do not know the worries of the world so take
O bird, lessons of worries from me

23. Stop at Yarmouk and kneel weeping
And seek blessing from the soil of al-Qadisiyya

24. Good, pure soil
And graves of those whose tear was watered

25. Who have forcibly pulled the reins of the Ignorance
They overpowered Rome and destroyed its throne

26. And folded the red tents of the Persians
And made the stones and price dirt

27. Pure, and with the riders' graves overflowing

28. O graves that have been erased and vanished
You are the torch of guidance and patriotism

29. For you from my tear whenever life was stingy
Lasting, crying, and extinguished waters

30. Sing, o nightingale, sing above the sandalwood tree
You are more deserving of love and poetry than I

31. You do not know the worries of the world so take
O bird, lessons of worries from me

32. They saw my nights shedding their tears
May God honor the pure tears

33. May God guard the eyelids that perfumed
Those glowing cheeks with dew

34. Restrain your tears, let no witness see it
Not even the shining stars

35. I swear, my beloved, I have an ambition
That kindles misfortunes and an indignant soul

36. And I see myself tomorrow an assailant
Shaded by sharp swords

37. Throwing myself into the fray
However the circle turns there

38. So if I die a stranger, in a faraway land
And I was in my nineteenth, nearing the tenth

39. Remember me and keep the vow of passion
And mourn the misfortune of the stumbling ancestors

40. By God, you are not to me a fickle lover
So do not be after my death fickle

41. Sing, o nightingale, sing above the sandalwood tree
You are more deserving of love and poetry than I