هَبَّت فَعَلِمتُ أَنَّها مِن نَجدِ

ريحٌ لِنَسيمِها أَريجُ النِدِّ

The wind blew and I knew it was from Najd

A breeze whose gentle waft carries the scent of agarwood

لَكِن جَزَعاً قُلتُ لِواشٍ عِندي

هَذي النَسَمات لِلكَثيبِ الفَردِ

But in sorrow I said to a companion at hand

These breezes are for the lonely, barren dune