نَسيمُ الصّبا مَرَّت بِأَذيالِ فاتني

تُحرِّكها بِاللُّطفِ تَقصِد إقبالَهْ

The breeze of morning passed by the train of a beauty

Stirring it gently, coming forward to meet it.

فَهَذا مَليكُ الحُسنِ يا قومِ فَاِنظُروا

نَسيم الصّبا جاءَت تُقَبِّل أَذيالَهْ

So here is the king of beauty, O people; look!

The breeze of morning came kissing its hem.