ما نَاحَ حَمامُ الأَيْكِ فِي الأَغْصانِ

ما نَاحَ حَمامُ الأَيْكِ فِي الأَغْصانِ

إِلَّا وَتَزايَدتْ بِكُمْ أَشْجاني

إِلَّا وَتَزايَدتْ بِكُمْ أَشْجاني

The doves of the grove never lament among the branches

The dove does not moan in the branches,

without my sorrows for you growing deeper.

Except my longing for you increases,

عُودوا لِمُعَنّىً هَجْركُمْ أَسْقَمَهُ

عُودوا لِمُعَنّىً هَجْركُمْ أَسْقَمَهُ

فالصَّبّ بِكُمْ مُضْنَىً كَئِيبٌ عَانِي

فالصَّبّ بِكُمْ مُضْنَىً كَئِيبٌ عَانِي

Return to a tormented soul whom your abandonment has made ill;

Return, for your abandonment has made me ill,

for the lover is worn out by you, sorrowful, and captive.

For separation from you makes me suffer, miserable and distressed.