ما نَاحَ حَمامُ الأَيْكِ فِي الأَغْصانِ

إِلَّا وَتَزايَدتْ بِكُمْ أَشْجاني

The dove does not moan in the branches,

Except my longing for you increases,

عُودوا لِمُعَنّىً هَجْركُمْ أَسْقَمَهُ

فالصَّبّ بِكُمْ مُضْنَىً كَئِيبٌ عَانِي

Return, for your abandonment has made me ill,

For separation from you makes me suffer, miserable and distressed.