وصَلْتُ حَثيثَ السّيْرِ فيمَنْ فَلَى الفَلا

وصَلْتُ حَثيثَ السّيْرِ فيمَنْ فَلَى الفَلا

فَلا خاطِرِي لمّا نأى وانْجَلَى انْجَلى

فَلا خاطِرِي لمّا نأى وانْجَلَى انْجَلى

I arrived, swift of pace, among those who traversed the wilderness.

I reached with hasty steps those who had turned away,

Yet my mind, after distance and departure, found no relief.

Yet my thoughts were not with those who had gone far and vanished.

ولا نسَخَتْ كَرْبي بقَلْبِيَ سَلْوَةً

ولا نسَخَتْ كَرْبي بقَلْبِيَ سَلْوَةً

فلمّا سَرى فيهِ نَسيمُ سَلا سَلا

فلمّا سَرى فيهِ نَسيمُ سَلا سَلا

Nor did solace erase the sorrow in my heart.

Nor did my sorrow lift from my heart

Then, when the breeze of Salé wafted through it, it found solace.

When the morning breeze blew in it forgetfulness.