وَصَوتِ حَمامَةٍ سَجَعَت بِلَيلٍ

وَقَد حَنَّت إِلى إِلفٍ بَعيدِ

The cooing of a dove lamenting in the night,

Yearning for a long lost company,

فَما زِلنا نَقولُ لَها أَعيدي

وَلِلساقي أَلا هَل مِن مَزيدِ

Still we implore it, sing your plaint again,

And to the cupbearer - pray, give us more wine!