أَلا يَا حَمَامَ الأَيْكِ إِلْفُكَ حَاضِرٌ

وَغُصْنُكَ مَيَّادٌ فَفِيمَ تَنُوحُ

O dove of the valley, your company is present

And your branch is fruitful, so why do you moan?

غَدَوْتَ سَلِيماً فِي نَعِيمٍ وَغِبْطَةٍ

وَلكِنَّ قَلْبِي بِالْغَرَامِ جَرِيحُ

You rose in bliss and delight this morning

Yet my heart is wounded with passion

فَإِنْ كُنْتَ لِي عَوْناً عَلَى الشَّوْقِ فَاسْتَعِرْ

لِعَيْنَيْكَ دَمْعاً فَالْبُكَاءُ مُريحُ

If you can help me endure this longing, then shed

A tear, for weeping brings relief

وَإِلَّا فَدَعْنِي مِنْ هَدِيلِكَ وَانْصَرِفْ

فَلَيْسَ سَواءً بَاذِلٌ وشَحِيحُ

Otherwise leave me be with your cooing and go away

For a giver is not equal to a miser