O birds, sing of my love; chant my passion and hopes
To the one beside me, he who saw what happened to me
I complain to him then he smiles and makes me grow fonder of him
O birds, describe to him my state of sleeplessness and my tears
The birds warbled the sweetest serenades from the treetops
The branches danced with the melodies, and the heart was infatuated
And the breeze rose gently and carried the beautiful sound
And the flowers radiated the fragrance of yearning, and the brook resounded the songs
The air was filled with sympathy, exposing my longing and shame
Oh how I wish his affection, love, and devotion would be mine
Happy, for he is handsome, young, and without sorrows
If he were in love, sleepless, and feeling what I feel
He would cry of torment and wail with the curlews