وَحَمَّامٍ حَكَتْنِي فِي الْتِهَابٍ

وَفِي غَمٍّ وَفي سَكْب الدمُوعِ

And a dove cooed to me in fervent tones

In sadness, in tears pouring forth unrestrained,

كَمُرْضِعَةٍ تَدَاعَاهَا بَنُوهَا

لترضعهم فَأحْنَتْ بِالضلُوعِ

Like a nursing mother whom her children surround

Begging her milk, and she bends with tender breast