ما أَطْرَبَتْ فَوْقَ الغُصُونِ حَمامةٌ

إِلا رَأَيْتَ دُمُوعَ عَيْني تُسْكَبُ

How pleasantly a dove coos above the branches—

Unless my tears you see poured down in torrents.

وإِذا الرِّياحُ تَناوَحَتْ أَلْفَيْتَنِي

بَيْنَ الصَّبَابَةِ والأَسَى أَتَقَلَّبُ

When winds contend in rivalry for mastery,

I'm tossed between despair and youthful folly.

يا عاذِلى في الحُبِّ مَهْلاً بالأَذى

لَوْ كُنْتَ تَعْشَقُ ما ظَلَلْتَ تُؤَنِّبُ

Reproacher mine, go gently with your blame!

If you knew love, reproach you would not claim.

كم حاوَلَتْ نَفْسي السُّلُوَّ فطالَبَتْ

أَسْبَابَهُ جُهْداً فعَزَّ المَطْلَبُ

My soul has tried forgetting—all in vain.

To find it difficult is all I've gained.