وَصَوتِ حَمامَةٍ سَجَعَت بِلَيلٍ

وَصَوتِ حَمامَةٍ سَجَعَت بِلَيلٍ

وَقَد حَنَّت إِلى إِلفٍ بَعيدِ

وَقَد حَنَّت إِلى إِلفٍ بَعيدِ

And the voice of a dove that cooed by night,

The cooing of a dove lamenting in the night,

while she yearned for a distant mate—

Yearning for a long lost company,

فَما زِلنا نَقولُ لَها أَعيدي

فَما زِلنا نَقولُ لَها أَعيدي

وَلِلساقي أَلا هَل مِن مَزيدِ

وَلِلساقي أَلا هَل مِن مَزيدِ

so we kept saying to her, “Repeat it,”

Still we implore it, sing your plaint again,

and to the cupbearer, “Come, is there any more?”

And to the cupbearer - pray, give us more wine!