وَجَوادٍ تَهِزُّهُ نَغْمَةُ السَّا

ئِلِ هَزَّ النَّسِيمِ أَعْطَافَ ناَضِرْ

And a steed stirred by the asker's melody

Swaying branches nimble winds have gently shaken

قُلْتُ عُذْرِي بَادٍ فَقالَ مُجيباً

هُوَ بَادٍ فابشِرْ وُجُودِيَ حَاضِرْ

I pled my case and he replied, assuring

The wind is fickle; take heart, my bounty's waiting