ناعورةٌ نشأت على عهد الأسى

ناعورةٌ نشأت على عهد الأسى

مثلي فما تنفكّ ذات توجع

مثلي فما تنفكّ ذات توجع

A waterwheel arose in the age of sorrow,

A fountain built in days of woe like mine

Like me, it never ceases to groan in pain.

Will ever mourn and tears its flood will rain

كانت قضيباً قبلَ ذلك يانعاً

كانت قضيباً قبلَ ذلك يانعاً

في أيكةٍ نبتت بإثرة موضع

في أيكةٍ نبتت بإثرة موضع

Before that, it was a flourishing branch;

Once but a rod, a branch within a grove,

In a grove, it grew in a favored spot.

It grew where sorrow made the soil attain

ناحَ الحمام بها وأبكاني الأسى

ناحَ الحمام بها وأبكاني الأسى

فتعلمت نوح الحمام وأدمعي

فتعلمت نوح الحمام وأدمعي

Doves mourned there, and sorrow made me weep;

The dove bemoaned it, and recalled my pain

So it learned the doves' lament and my tears.

I learned the dove's sad song, the tearful sign