تَحَمَّلي ريحَهُم رَيحَ الصّبا لشفا

مَجروحِ قَلبٍ وَتحيي قَلبَ مَجروحِ

Bear their scent, O breeze of the morn, that their air may heal

A wounded heart, and enliven a wounded heart;

وَعَرّجي كلَّ يَومٍ نَحوَهُ كَرماً

فَقَد رضيتُ مِنَ الأَحبابِ بِالريحِ

And turn thy steps each day with grace towards it,

For I am content with the loved ones' wind.