وَلَقَدْ ذَكَرْتُكَ بِالرُّبَى مِنْ لَمْطَةٍ

وَنَسِيمُهَا يُهْدِي إِلَيَّ أَرِيجَا

I remembered you in the meadows by the dunes,

Indeed, I remembered you upon the hills of Lamtah,

Its breeze carried to me a sweet fragrance.

As its breeze gifted a sweet fragrance unto me,

فَاهْتَاجَ رِيحُ الشَّوْقِ بَيْنَ أَضَالِعِي

يُذَكِّرُنِي لَظَى وَجْدِي فَأَجَّ أَجِيجَا

The wind of longing stirred within my ribs,

Then the wind of longing stirred among my ribs,

Reminding me of the heat of my love, so I moaned mournfully.

Reminding me of the blaze of my passion, flaring into a roaring fire.