وصادح في ذرى الأوراق أرقني

وصادح في ذرى الأوراق أرقني

شدوا وما كان جفني يعرف الأرقا

شدوا وما كان جفني يعرف الأرقا

And a songbird high among the leaves kept me awake

With its singing, though my eyelid had never known sleeplessness.

لو ذاق ما ذقت من جور الغرام لما

لو ذاق ما ذقت من جور الغرام لما

شدا ولو كان يدري ما علا ورقا

شدا ولو كان يدري ما علا ورقا

Had it tasted what I tasted of love’s tyranny, it would not have

Sung; and had it known, it would not have risen to the leaves.