الطَّيرُ يا صاح

في أَيكِ الرّبى قَد صاح

The bird, O friend

In your bosom has cried out

وَالصَّبُّ قَد نَاح

مِن حَيث الحَمام قَد نَاح

And passion has lamented

From where the dove has cried out

وَالدَّمعُ قَد سَاح

إِذ هام المُعنّى ساح

And tears have flowed

When meaning has wandered

وَالعَقلُ قَد راح

مِن شُربِ اللّمى مَع رَاح

And reason has departed

From drinking liquor with the zephyr