أَرسَلَت في طي النَسيم رِسالَة

فَعَسى تَزورُ دِيارَهُم وَترود

I sent a message on the folds of the breeze,

Perhaps it may visit their dwellings and return.

عَطَرت أَرجاءَ النَسيمِ كَأَنَّما

نَشَرت عَلَيهِ مِنَ الرِياضِ ورود

It scented the surroundings of the breeze, as though

It had scattered roses of gardens over it.

وَلَبِثتُ أَنتَظِر الجَوابَ فَما أَتى

وَلَك لكتبى في الدِيارِ وَرود

I waited for an answer but none came,

Yet my letters in the dwellings have roses.

اِنى لاِحسدها عَلى نَيلِ المُنى

فَانا لكتبى ما حييت حَسود

I envy them the attainment of wishes,

For while I live, my letters are envious.

فَرَسائِلي البَيضاءَ تَحظى بِاللُقا

يا لَيت سودى بِاللِقاء تَسود

My fair missives are met with welcome,

Would that my dark ones were met so!