باتت تنوح وبت اسمعها

في روضة منظومة السلك

She began to wail and I heard her

In a meadow made of wire mesh

فعجبت منها وهي جالسة

مع الفها ووقعت في الشك

I was astonished at her sitting

With the doves while falling into doubt

تبكي هديلا وهي لم تره

فبكاؤها ضرب من الضحك

She cries ceaselessly though she hasn't seen him

So her crying is a kind of laughter

تبكي ولا تدري لشقوتها

وانا الذي ادري ولا ابكي

She cries though she doesn't know her misery

While I, who know, do not cry