أَلا يَا حَمَامَ الأَيْكِ إِلْفُكَ حَاضِرٌ

أَلا يَا حَمَامَ الأَيْكِ إِلْفُكَ حَاضِرٌ

وَغُصْنُكَ مَيَّادٌ فَفِيمَ تَنُوحُ

وَغُصْنُكَ مَيَّادٌ فَفِيمَ تَنُوحُ

Ah, dove of the grove, your mate is here,

O dove of the valley, your company is present

And your bough is swaying—why, then, do you mourn?

And your branch is fruitful, so why do you moan?

غَدَوْتَ سَلِيماً فِي نَعِيمٍ وَغِبْطَةٍ

غَدَوْتَ سَلِيماً فِي نَعِيمٍ وَغِبْطَةٍ

وَلكِنَّ قَلْبِي بِالْغَرَامِ جَرِيحُ

وَلكِنَّ قَلْبِي بِالْغَرَامِ جَرِيحُ

You are unharmed, amid bliss and joy,

You rose in bliss and delight this morning

Yet my heart is wounded by love.

Yet my heart is wounded with passion

فَإِنْ كُنْتَ لِي عَوْناً عَلَى الشَّوْقِ فَاسْتَعِرْ

فَإِنْ كُنْتَ لِي عَوْناً عَلَى الشَّوْقِ فَاسْتَعِرْ

لِعَيْنَيْكَ دَمْعاً فَالْبُكَاءُ مُريحُ

لِعَيْنَيْكَ دَمْعاً فَالْبُكَاءُ مُريحُ

So if you would help me bear my longing, borrow

If you can help me endure this longing, then shed

Tears for your eyes, for weeping brings relief.

A tear, for weeping brings relief

وَإِلَّا فَدَعْنِي مِنْ هَدِيلِكَ وَانْصَرِفْ

وَإِلَّا فَدَعْنِي مِنْ هَدِيلِكَ وَانْصَرِفْ

فَلَيْسَ سَواءً بَاذِلٌ وشَحِيحُ

فَلَيْسَ سَواءً بَاذِلٌ وشَحِيحُ

And if not, spare me your cooing and depart,

Otherwise leave me be with your cooing and go away

For a giver and a miser are not alike.

For a giver is not equal to a miser