نَسيمُكُمُ وَهوَ العَليلُ المُعَلِّلُ

يَهيجُ الهَوى وَهوَ المُدِلُّ المُدَلَّلُ

Your breeze, though frail, arouses passions deep,

And stirs the heart to love—a graceful sweep!

وَلَو أَنصَفوا عِندَ اِنقِطاعِ هُبوبِهِ

لَكانَ بِأَنفاسِ الأَحِبَّةِ يوصَلُ

If but they paused when that soft wind subsides,

Twould whisper secrets from beloved sides.

لَطيفُ سِرارِ السترِ حَتّى كَأَنَّهُ

لِأَسرارِ أَغصانِ النَقا يَتَحَيَّلُ

So gently steals it in, none would suspect

That in those branches it plays to detect

يُمَدُّ لَهُ شَأوٌ طَويلٌ وَخَلفَهُ

لِأَنفاسِنا شَأوٌ أَمَدُّ وَأَطوَلُ

Secrets held there. Extended is its reach;

Far longer than our breath its winding breach

تُرى يا نَسيمَ الريحِ لا عَن جَهالَةٍ

أَأَنتَ أَمِ الصَبُّ المُعَنَّى المُوَكَّلُ

Breeze of the wind! Is it in innocence—

Or are you the dispatch assigned from thence?

يَقولونَ كَالريحِ الجَوادُ فَما لَها

عَلَينا بِإِبلاغِ التَحِيّاتِ تَبخَلُ

“Like the free wind!” they say. Why then withhold

Our tender greetings that you could have told?

بِها ما بِنا مِن غُلَّةٍ غَيرَ أَنَّها

تُوَرِّي عَنِ الأَسرارِ أَو تَتَجَمَّلِ

What have we gained from you save that you bare

Secrets, or come scented from some one fair?