وُرقُ الحَمَائِمِ مُذ غَنَّت بِأغصَانِ

بَانٍ تَعَلَّقت وجداً بِابنَةِ ألبَانِ

The leaves of doves have hung, since they sang in the branches

Of a weeping willow, passionately in love with a daughter of Albans

فَإن تَبَيَّنتَ بَاناً مَائِساً خَضِلاً

غَضًّا تُذَكِّرُنِيهَا مَيسَةُ ألبَانِ

So if you see a willow, downcast and humbled,

Its bending reminds me of the bending of Albans

ألبَانُ هَدَّمَ صَبرِى مَيسٌهٌ وَبَنَى

شَجوِ فِلِلَّهِ هذَا الهَادِمُ البَاني

Albans demolished my patience and built

My fervent love - so for God is this demolisher and builder

قَلبي لِعُمرَانَ لا أصبُو لِغَانِيَةٍ

ِإِلا ِإذَا كَانَ لِي في الحَالِ قلبَانِ

My heart is not for singing to any songstress

Unless I have at the time two hearts

قُلبَانِ في مَعصَمَيهَا هَيَّجَا شَجني

لاَ غَروَ ِإن هَيَّجَ الأشجَانَ قُلبَانِ

Two hearts in her bracelets stirred my sorrow

No wonder if two hearts stirred passions