أَنعِم فَقَد هَبَّتِ النُعامى

أَنعِم فَقَد هَبَّتِ النُعامى

وَنَبَّهَت ريحُها الخُزامى

وَنَبَّهَت ريحُها الخُزامى

Take your ease, for the south wind has begun to blow,

The ostrich has been gracious and kind

And its breeze has awakened the lavender.

And its scent awakened the sleepy minds

وَمِل إِلى أَيكَةٍ بِلَيلٍ

وَمِل إِلى أَيكَةٍ بِلَيلٍ

يَهفو اِهتِزازاً بِها قُدامى

يَهفو اِهتِزازاً بِها قُدامى

And turn toward a grove by night,

It yearned for a tent in the dark of night

Where a qudāmā bird flutters, quivering.

Swaying gently towards where my people recline

تَهُزُّ أَعطافَها القَوافي

تَهُزُّ أَعطافَها القَوافي

لَها وَأَكوابُها النَدامى

لَها وَأَكوابُها النَدامى

Rhymes sway its limbs,

It sways its branches, rhyming couplets

For it, while drinking companions sway its cups.

As though a grieving mother who pines

كَأَنَّ أُمّاً بِها رَؤوماً

كَأَنَّ أُمّاً بِها رَؤوماً

تَحضُنُ مِن شَربِها يَتامى

تَحضُنُ مِن شَربِها يَتامى

As though a tender mother were there,

Rocking orphaned children with tenderness

Cradling orphans from among her drinking companions.

After they had drunk to the very last line