يا رَسولَ الصَّبا فدَيْتُكَ بَلِّغْ

فرْطَ شوْقي إنِ اسْتَطَعْتَ ووَجْدي

O messenger of the morning breeze, I ransom you

Convey my overflowing passion, if you can and my love

وتحمّلْ نحْوَ القِبابِ سَلاماً

يزْدَري عرْفُهُ بأزْهارِ نَجْدِ

And carry greetings to the domes

Its fragrance is familiar with the flowers of Nejd

ثمّ قبِّلْ بكَفِّ موْلايَ عنّي

وتحدّثْ بِما أُعيدُ وأبْدي

Then kiss the palm of my Master on my behalf

And talk about what I repeat and initiate

ولْتُشاهِدْ ذاكَ الجَمالَ بطَرْفي

ولْتَطَأْ ذالِكَ التُّرابَ بخَدّي

And let me see that beauty with my eyes

And let me tread on that soil with my cheek

وتلطّفْ فإنّما هيَ نجْوى

بثّها الشّوْقُ بيْنَ موْلًى وعَبْدِ

And be gentle, for it is nothing but intimate talk

That longing has cast between a Master and a slave