أَلِفَتهُ القُلوب فَهيَ طُيورٌ

أَلِفَتهُ القُلوب فَهيَ طُيورٌ

وَهوَ غُصنٌ عَلَيه غَنَّت فُنونا

وَهوَ غُصنٌ عَلَيه غَنَّت فُنونا

Hearts have grown fond of him, and so they are birds;

Hearts have grown fond of him, for they are birds;

And he is a bough upon which they sang in many strains.

And he is a branch upon which they sang in varied strains.

أَعَجيبٌ بِكَونها أَلِفَته

أَعَجيبٌ بِكَونها أَلِفَته

إِنّ شَأنَ الطّيورِ تَهوى الغُصونا

إِنّ شَأنَ الطّيورِ تَهوى الغُصونا

Is it strange that they have grown fond of him?

Is it strange that they have grown fond of him?

For birds by nature yearn for boughs.

Indeed, it is the nature of birds to love branches.