حَمائِمُ وُرْقٌ في حِمَى وَرَقٍ خُضْرِ

لها مُقَلٌ تُجْرِي الدُّمُوعَ ولا تَجْرِي

Doves are leaves in the protection of green leaves

They have eyelids that shed tears but do not shed blood

تَكَلّفْنَ إِسْعادَ الحَزينِ إذا بَكَى

وإِنْ كُنَّ لا يَدْرينَ كيفَ جَوى الصَّدرِ

They affect to please the sorrowful when he weeps

Though they know not how the breast is consumed with pain

لها حُرَقٌ لَوْ أَنَّ خَنْساءَ أَعْوَلَتْ

بِهِنَّ لأَدَّتْ حَقَّ صَخْرٍ إلى صَخْرِ

Burns have they, did Khansa wail with them

She would fully repay Sakhr's due against Sakhr

فقلتُ لِنَفْسي ها هُنا طَلَبُ الأسَى

ومَعْدِنُهُ إِنْ فاتَني طَلَبُ الصَّبْرِ

So I said to myself, here is the goal of sorrow

And its mine, though the goal of patience elude me

ظَلْلِنا ولَوْ أُعْطَى المُنَى لَصَحِبْتُها

حَمَاماً ولَوْ تُعْطَى المُنَى لَرَوَتْ شِعْرِي

Our shade though death be given I'd accompany them

A dove, and were death given, would water my hair