أَلا يا نَسيمَ الريحِ بَلِّغ مَها نَجدِ

بِأَنّي عَلى ما تَعلَمونَ مِنَ العَهدِ

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

That I stand by what you know of the covenant

وَقُل لِفَتاةِ الحَيِّ مَوعِدُنا الحِمى

غُدَيَّةَ يَومِ السَبتِ عِندَ رُبى نَجدِ

And tell the damsel of the quarter my tryst is

On Saturday morn, by the mound of Najd

عَلى الرَبُوَّةِ الحَمراءِ مِن جانِبِ الضَوى

وَعَن أَيمَنِ الأَفلاجِ وَالعَلَمِ الفَردِ

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

And from the right of the streams and unique flag

فَإِن كانَ حَقّاً ما تَقولُ وَعِندَها

إِلَيَّ مِنَ الشَوقِ المُبَرِّحِ ما عِندي

If what she says be true, and longing for me

Equals mine, which gladdens, meet at noonday heat

إِلَيها فَفي حَرِّ الظَهيرَةِ نَلتَقي

بِخَيمَتِها سِرّاً عَلى أَصدَقِ الوَعدِ

By her tent secretly, true to the vow

There to share what of love is ours, and of

فَتُلقي وَنُلقي ما نُلاقي مِنَ الهَوى

وَمِن شِدَّةِ البَلوى وَمِن أَلَمِ الوَجدِ

Intense agony, and pain of ardour

Are they mirages, dreams, fancied tidings

أَأَضغاثُ أَحلامٍ أَبُشرى مَنامَةٍ

أَنُطقُ زَمانٍ كانَ في نُطقِهِ سَعدي

I recount, an era whose speech brought joy

Perchance He who steered wishes will steer them

لَعَلَّ الَّذي ساقَ الأَماني يَسوقُها

عَياناً فَيُهدي رَوضُها لي جَنى الوَردِ

To reality, and its garden's rose bestow