لا عَدِمَ المُشَيِّعَ المُشَيَّعُ

لَيتَ الرِياحَ صَنَّعٌ ما تَصنَعُ

May the traveler never lack the friend who bids farewell,

Would that the winds were skilled like you in what they do,

بَكَرنَ ضَرّا وَبَكَرتَ تَنفَعُ

وَسَجسَجٌ أَنتَ وَهُنَّ زَعزَعُ

They rose at dawn to injure, while you rose up to heal,

You are a gentle, soothing breeze, while they are violent gales,

وَواحِدٌ أَنتَ وَهُنَّ أَربَعُ

وَأَنتَ نَبعٌ وَالمُلوكُ خِروَعُ

And you are one alone, while they are four in all,

You are the solid bow-wood, while kings are hollow stalks.