أَلا مَن لِقَلبٍ لا يَزالُ كَأَنَّهُ

أَلا مَن لِقَلبٍ لا يَزالُ كَأَنَّهُ

يَدا لامِعٍ أَو طائِرٍ يَتَصَرَّفُ

يَدا لامِعٍ أَو طائِرٍ يَتَصَرَّفُ

Ah, who will aid a heart that never ceases to be as though it were

the two hands of a signaler, or a bird wheeling this way and that?