يَمُرُّ بي وَفدُ الصِبا

يَمُرُّ بي وَفدُ الصِبا

وَاللَيلُ يَقضي نَحبُهُ

وَاللَيلُ يَقضي نَحبُهُ

The east wind’s envoy passes by me,

The procession of youth passes me by

while the night breathes its last.

And the night fulfills its sorrow

مَرَّ بِرَوضٍ زاهِرٍ

مَرَّ بِرَوضٍ زاهِرٍ

ذَرَّ عَلَيهِ عُشبُهُ

ذَرَّ عَلَيهِ عُشبُهُ

It passed by a flowering meadow,

It passed by a blossoming garden

upon which its grass had sprouted.

It scattered its plants upon it

فَخِلتُهُ مِن طيبِهِ

فَخِلتُهُ مِن طيبِهِ

نَشوَةَ مَن أُحِبُّهُ

نَشوَةَ مَن أُحِبُّهُ

So, for its fragrance, I took it for

So I was left without its fragrance

the scent of the one I love.

The delight of one I love