نَسِيمَ الصَّبَا هَلاَّ تَحَمَّلْتَ مِنْ شَجٍ

نَسِيمَ الصَّبَا هَلاَّ تَحَمَّلْتَ مِنْ شَجٍ

سَلاَماً كَأَنْفَاسِ الْحَدَائِقِ مَوْهِنَا

سَلاَماً كَأَنْفَاسِ الْحَدَائِقِ مَوْهِنَا

O breeze of the east wind, will you not carry from one who grieves

Gentle breeze of the morning, would you carry

O breeze of the East, will you not bear from a grieving soul

A greeting like the gardens’ breaths, late at night?

Greetings soft as the gardens' breath, serene,

A greeting like the breath of gardens in the deep of night,

وَهُبَّ عَلَى مَنْ حَالَ بَيْنِي وَبَيْنَهُمْ

وَهُبَّ عَلَى مَنْ حَالَ بَيْنِي وَبَيْنَهُمْ

سَبَاسِبُ أَوْلَتْنِي الْكَآبَةَ وَالضَّنَى

سَبَاسِبُ أَوْلَتْنِي الْكَآبَةَ وَالضَّنَى

And blow upon those from whom I am parted

And waft to those from whom fate did me parry

And blow upon those who are parted from me

By barren plains that have brought me melancholy and wasting illness.

Solace for the sorrow that remains unseen.

By vast wastelands that have afflicted me with gloom and wasting away.