وَإذَا البَلاَبِل رَجَّعَتْ ألْحَانَهَا

وَأطَلْنَ فِي التَّرْدِيدِ وَالترجيع

When the nightingales return their melodies

And prolong their warbling songs and antiphons

هَزَّتْ رياحُ الشوْقِ أغْصَانَ النَّقَا

وَسَقى ثغورَ الروضِ كَأْسُ دموعي

The breezes of yearning shake the boughs of tenderness

And my cup of tears waters the meadows of the soul