1. O bird of woe, you’ve stirred my sorrows
And increased my turmoil, o bird of woe

2. If you mourn a friend now lost to you
Then we share the grief of separation’s woe

3. Give me more laments and gladden me in my grief
So you may see wonders from my eyes’ overflow

4. Stop and look at me, do not hurry on
And guard yourself from my fiery breaths’ hot glow

5. Perhaps in the land of Hejaz you may see
A band on a camel or by Nu’man below

6. Moving with a maiden whose falling tears
Yearn for a soft home and neighbors she did know

7. I bid you by God, o bird of doves, if one day
You see the tribe’s departure, give me your cries’ flow

8. Say you left me fallen, my tears now ended
As I wept tears of blood in bitterest woe