لم تبكي مثلي يا حمام تشوقا

أفأنت مثلي بالهوى ظلموه

Why do you weep like me, O dove, out of longing?

Are you, then, like me, one they have wronged in love?

لا رغبة لي في الحياة وطيبها

ومعذبي عن ناظري حجبوه

I have no desire for life or its sweetness.

And they have hidden my tormentor from my sight.

ربيته أخذوه من وسط الحشى

ماذا عليهم لو هموا تركوه

I raised him; they took him from the depths of my heart.

What harm would it have done them had they left him?

إن كنت مثلي في التولع والجوى

يا طير صح ربيته أخذوه

If you are like me in ardent love and heartache,

O bird, cry out: “I raised him; they took him away!”