يا بلبلاً غَنّى فَهاجَ بَلابلي

حوشيت مِن غَدر الزَمان وَغشّهِ

O nightingale, sing, so my nightingales will sing

I've fled the age's guile and deceit

قَد طارَ قَلبي حينَ طرت تَلفّتاً

ما طارَ قَبلك طائر مَع عشّهِ

My heart has flown as you flitted to and fro

No bird has flown before you with its nest