نَسَمَاتُ الأَحْبَابِ فِي ذَا الرِّيحِ

فَلِذَا لاَ يَزَالُ يُنْعِشُ رُوحِي

The breezes of loved ones in that wind

The breezes of the beloveds are within this wind,

So it never stops reviving my soul

Therefore it never ceases to revive my soul.

إِنْ يَكُنْ طَالَ غَيْبَتِي عَنْ ذُراهُمْ

فَفُؤَادِي إِلَيْهِمْ ذُو جُنُوحِ

If my absence from their homes has been long

Even if my absence from their abodes has grown long,

My heart still has wings towards them

My heart is ever inclined toward them.

كُلَّمَا هَبَّتِ النَّوَاسِمُ مِنْ تِلْ

قَائِهِمْ يَثْنِي كَغُصْنٍ مَرُوحِ

Whenever the zephyrs blow from where they dwell

Whenever the gentle breezes blow from

It sways like a pliant branch

Their direction, it sways like a wind-swept branch.