ومُرنَّةٍ في الواديين بسحْرَةٍ

ومُرنَّةٍ في الواديين بسحْرَةٍ

بَكَرتْ عليَّ برنّة المُتحزّنِ

بَكَرتْ عليَّ برنّة المُتحزّنِ

And a wailing dove in the two valleys at dawn

With a slender and graceful figure in the valleys

Came early to me with the cry of one in grief.

The doleful maid awoke in me longing

تشكو وأسمع ما تقولُ وأنْثَني

تشكو وأسمع ما تقولُ وأنْثَني

أشكو وتسمعُ ما أقولُ وتنثني

أشكو وتسمعُ ما أقولُ وتنثني

She laments, and I hear what she says, and I turn back;

She complains and I listen to her words and bend

I lament, and she hears what I say, and she turns back,

I complain and she listens to my words and bends

حتى تخيلت ابن آدمَ نفْسها

حتى تخيلت ابن آدمَ نفْسها

وَلِهاً هنالك والحمامة خلتني

وَلِهاً هنالك والحمامة خلتني

Until she imagined herself a son of Adam,

Until I imagined the soul of the son of Adam

Distraught there, and I fancied myself the dove.

Lost there while the dove left me