أذاتَO wearer of الطَّوقِthe collar فيin التَّغريدِwarbling أَشهىsweeter
أذاتَ الطَّوقِ في التَّغريدِ أَشهى
إِلىto أُذُنيmy ear مِنthan الوَتَرِthe string الفَصيحِeloquent
إِلى أُذُني مِن الوَتَرِ الفَصيحِ
O collared bird, your warbling is sweeter
The warbling of the necklace is sweeter
To my ear than the eloquent string.
To my ears than the eloquent lute's melody,
إِذاwhen هتفتyou cry out عَلىon غُصُنٍa branch رَفيعٍlofty
إِذا هتفت عَلى غُصُنٍ رَفيعٍ
بِنوحٍin lamentation أَوor عَلىon غُصنٍa branch مريحِwind-swayed
بِنوحٍ أَو عَلى غُصنٍ مريحِ
When you cry out on a lofty branch
When it laments on a slender branch
In lamentation, or on a wind-swayed branch,
Or on a branch that sways gently,
تضمُّyou draw close عَلَيهِagainst it مِنقاراًa beak وَنَحراًand a breast
تضمُّ عَلَيهِ مِنقاراً وَنَحراً
كَماjust as خرَّfell down الفَجيعُthe bereaved one عَلىupon الضَّريحِthe grave
كَما خرَّ الفَجيعُ عَلى الضَّريحِ
You press your beak and breast against it,
And presses beak and throat to it
As the bereaved one fell upon the grave.
As the bereaved swoons over the tomb.