يَحِلُّ بِها أَدنى الرِياحِ فَلَيتَها

شَمالٌ تَهادى بَينَنا وَجَنوبُ

The softest wind makes it tremble, I wish it

Were a north that gently blows between us, and a south

تَهُبُّ بِنا طَوراً جَنوباً فَنَلتَقي

وَتَجري شَمالاً تارَةً فَتَثوبُ

That blows us together for a while, south, so we meet

And runs north at times, so it rages