أَلا يا نَسيمَ الريحِ بَلِّغ مَها نَجدِ

أَلا يا نَسيمَ الريحِ بَلِّغ مَها نَجدِ

بِأَنّي عَلى ما تَعلَمونَ مِنَ العَهدِ

بِأَنّي عَلى ما تَعلَمونَ مِنَ العَهدِ

Ah, O breeze of the wind, tell the oryxes of Najd

Oh breeze of the wind, convey to Najd's dwellers

that I remain faithful to the pledge you know.

That I stand by what you know of the covenant

وَقُل لِفَتاةِ الحَيِّ مَوعِدُنا الحِمى

وَقُل لِفَتاةِ الحَيِّ مَوعِدُنا الحِمى

غُدَيَّةَ يَومِ السَبتِ عِندَ رُبى نَجدِ

غُدَيَّةَ يَومِ السَبتِ عِندَ رُبى نَجدِ

And tell the maiden of the tribe: our meeting-place is the protected pasture,

And tell the damsel of the quarter my tryst is

early on Saturday morning, beside the hills of Najd,

On Saturday morn, by the mound of Najd

عَلى الرَبُوَّةِ الحَمراءِ مِن جانِبِ الضَوى

عَلى الرَبُوَّةِ الحَمراءِ مِن جانِبِ الضَوى

وَعَن أَيمَنِ الأَفلاجِ وَالعَلَمِ الفَردِ

وَعَن أَيمَنِ الأَفلاجِ وَالعَلَمِ الفَردِ

on the red knoll beside al-Dawa,

On the red hillock, from the side of Al-Dhawa

and to the right of al-Aflaj and the solitary landmark.

And from the right of the streams and unique flag

فَإِن كانَ حَقّاً ما تَقولُ وَعِندَها

فَإِن كانَ حَقّاً ما تَقولُ وَعِندَها

إِلَيَّ مِنَ الشَوقِ المُبَرِّحِ ما عِندي

إِلَيَّ مِنَ الشَوقِ المُبَرِّحِ ما عِندي

For if what you say is true, and she has

If what she says be true, and longing for me

for me as much tormenting longing as I have

Equals mine, which gladdens, meet at noonday heat

إِلَيها فَفي حَرِّ الظَهيرَةِ نَلتَقي

إِلَيها فَفي حَرِّ الظَهيرَةِ نَلتَقي

بِخَيمَتِها سِرّاً عَلى أَصدَقِ الوَعدِ

بِخَيمَتِها سِرّاً عَلى أَصدَقِ الوَعدِ

for her, then in the heat of noon we shall meet

By her tent secretly, true to the vow

in her tent, in secret, in keeping with the truest promise.

There to share what of love is ours, and of

فَتُلقي وَنُلقي ما نُلاقي مِنَ الهَوى

فَتُلقي وَنُلقي ما نُلاقي مِنَ الهَوى

وَمِن شِدَّةِ البَلوى وَمِن أَلَمِ الوَجدِ

وَمِن شِدَّةِ البَلوى وَمِن أَلَمِ الوَجدِ

Then she will lay bare, and we will lay bare, what we endure from love,

Intense agony, and pain of ardour

and from the severity of affliction and from the pain of ardent longing.

Are they mirages, dreams, fancied tidings

أَأَضغاثُ أَحلامٍ أَبُشرى مَنامَةٍ

أَأَضغاثُ أَحلامٍ أَبُشرى مَنامَةٍ

أَنُطقُ زَمانٍ كانَ في نُطقِهِ سَعدي

أَنُطقُ زَمانٍ كانَ في نُطقِهِ سَعدي

Are these confused dreams, or glad tidings from a dream?

I recount, an era whose speech brought joy

Or the speech of a time in whose speech lay my good fortune?

Perchance He who steered wishes will steer them

لَعَلَّ الَّذي ساقَ الأَماني يَسوقُها

لَعَلَّ الَّذي ساقَ الأَماني يَسوقُها

عَياناً فَيُهدي رَوضُها لي جَنى الوَردِ

عَياناً فَيُهدي رَوضُها لي جَنى الوَردِ

Perhaps the one who brought these wishes will bring them

To reality, and its garden's rose bestow

before my eyes, so their garden offers me a harvest of roses.