يا طائر البان غريداً على فننٍ

ما فاض لولاك دمعي بين خلّاني

O nightingale singing on the branches

My tears would not have overflowed were it not for you amidst my solitude

عابوا عليّ البكا يا ليتهم علموا

ما هاج نوحك لي يا طائر البان

They reproached me for crying - if only they knew

What your laments have stirred in me, O nightingale

لو شاهدوا قمراً فارقته سحراً

ناحوا معي ولحَوا من بات يلحاني

Had they seen a moon I bid farewell at dawn

They would have wept with me and wished well to one who makes me yearn

كم قال لي يا رعاه اللَه من قمرٍ

لا يبكينَّك بعدي نوح ورشان

How often the one sent by God said to me:

“Do not cry for me after I am gone with sorrow and eagerness”

هذي الوصية لولا الوجد ما نسيت

يا طائر البان فارفق بالشجي العاني

This bequest - were it not for passion I'd not forget

O nightingale, have mercy on the suffering lover