أيكُ العصافيرِ والدنيا عليَّ أسىً

أما تُرَوَّحُ عني بعضُ أحزاني

O you little birds, while sorrow weighs on me,

Won't you give me some relief from my sorrows?

لي فيكَ عصفورةٌ لو أنها نطقتْ

رأيتَ كيفَ يُعادُ الميتُ الفاني

Among you I have a little bird, if only she would speak -

You would see how the mortal being is revived from death.

ما صوَّرَ الناس في الأنوارِ أجنحةً

إلا غداةَ بدا منها الجناحانِ

People have depicted wings in lights,

But at dawn both wings are seen to be gone.

فويحَ قلبي ما من مرّةٍ صدحتْ

إلا شعرتُ بقلبي بينَ آذاني

Oh my heart! Whenever it exults,

I feel it between my ears.

وويحَ عُذالها ما في جوانبهمْ

قلبي فمن أينَ يحكى شأنهمْ شاني

Oh woe to their coquetry - in their sides

Is my heart! So who can tell their tale but I?

أنا إذا عذلوا عانٍ وإذا عذروا

فآنٍ وإن حكموا لي أولها جاني

When they are harsh I suffer, when they excuse I languish,

And when they judge, the first to condemn me is I.

والحبُّ روحٌ لأهليهِ فعندهمُ

هذي الحياةُ وهذا الموتُ سيَّانِ

Love is the spirit of its people, so with them

This life and death are equal.