هَبَّت رِياحٌ مِن جانِبِ السَنَدِ

فَقُلتُ يا بَردَها عَلى كَبِدي

Winds blew from the side of Sanad

So I said: "O coolness on my liver!"

جاءَت بِرَيّا الحَبيبِ تَحمِلُها

مِن بَلَدٍ نازِحٍ إِلى بَلَدِ

They brought the scent of the beloved, bearing it

From an emigrating country to a country