1. O messenger of the morning breeze, I ransom you
Convey my overflowing passion, if you can and my love

2. And carry greetings to the domes
Its fragrance is familiar with the flowers of Nejd

3. Then kiss the palm of my Master on my behalf
And talk about what I repeat and initiate

4. And let me see that beauty with my eyes
And let me tread on that soil with my cheek

5. And be gentle, for it is nothing but intimate talk
That longing has cast between a Master and a slave