حَيَّتك عنَّا شمالٌ طاف طائفُها

حَيَّتك عنَّا شمالٌ طاف طائفُها

بجنة فَجَّرَتْ رَوحاً ورَيْحانا

بجنة فَجَّرَتْ رَوحاً ورَيْحانا

A north wind greeted you on our behalf; its wandering gust swept

Your greeting brought to us a north wind, circling

through a garden, pouring forth refreshment and sweet fragrance.

Around a garden, awakening its spirit and basil.

هَبَّتْ سُحَيْراً فناجى الغُصنُ صاحبَه

هَبَّتْ سُحَيْراً فناجى الغُصنُ صاحبَه

مُوَسوساً وتنادَى الطيرُ إعلانا

مُوَسوساً وتنادَى الطيرُ إعلانا

It blew just before dawn, and the bough whispered to its companion,

It blew gently, so the branch whispered to its friend

murmuring softly, while the birds called to one another aloud.

Murmuring, and the birds called out joyfully.

وُرْقٌ تَغَنَّى على خُضْرٍ مُهَدَّلةٍ

وُرْقٌ تَغَنَّى على خُضْرٍ مُهَدَّلةٍ

تَسْمو بها وتشمُّ الأرضَ أحيانا

تَسْمو بها وتشمُّ الأرضَ أحيانا

Gray doves sang upon drooping green boughs,

Leaves sang over lush green meadows

which rise with them and sometimes sniff the earth.

Rising up, perfuming the earth at times.

تخالُ طائرَها نشوانَ من طربٍ

تخالُ طائرَها نشوانَ من طربٍ

والغُصنَ مِن هَزِّهِ عِطْفَيْهِ نَشوانا

والغُصنَ مِن هَزِّهِ عِطْفَيْهِ نَشوانا

You would think its bird drunk with delight,

You'd think its bird was drunk with rapture,

and the bough drunk from swaying its two flanks.

And its swaying branch also drunk with rapture.