1. Tell the breeze, when it bears a greeting,
To spread peace to Gezira and its plateaus,

2. And ask if spring has shed its cloak,
Or trailed the train of bounty from its clouds.

3. The gardens have smiled at it and spoken
With praise of its lightning flash and stretch of clouds.

4. For I have yearned, and it has brought me back
A longing I grudged to share with its envoys.

5. And a youthful passion that clings to my love-lorn heart,
And desire had reached him before its veil.

6. When an exile pours towards his homelands,
His longing is towards his loved ones.