وَالصِباand the east wind يَجلُبُbrings الغَمامَthe clouds إِلَيناto us
وَالصِبا يَجلُبُ الغَمامَ إِلَينا
فَتَرىso you see القَطرَthe rain لِلرِياضِto the gardens نَديماa boon companion
فَتَرى القَطرَ لِلرِياضِ نَديما
And the east wind brings the clouds to us,
The breeze brings the clouds to us,
So you see the rain as the gardens' boon companion,
So you see the raindrops as a guest of the gardens.
وَتَرىand you see لِلغُصونِto the boughs فيهاin them نَجِيّاًa confidant
وَتَرى لِلغُصونِ فيها نَجِيّاً
وَعَلىand about زَهرَةِthe blossom of الرِياضِthe gardens نَميماa tale-bearer
وَعَلى زَهرَةِ الرِياضِ نَميما
And see it there as a confidant to the boughs,
And you see the branches have in them a companion,
And a teller of secrets about the gardens' blossom.
And on the garden's flowers a whisperer.
وَشَرابٌand a wine طَوىfolded away الزَمانَtime فَحاكىand so resembled
وَشَرابٌ طَوى الزَمانَ فَحاكى
نَفَسَthe breath of الوَردُroses رِقَّةًin delicacy وَنَسيماand fragrance
نَفَسَ الوَردُ رِقَّةً وَنَسيما
And a wine that has folded time away, and so resembles
A drink which has passed time, so it resembled
The breath of roses in delicacy and fragrance.
The breath of roses in softness and breeze.
إِنif يَكُنit is بِالعُقولِto minds غَيرَnot رَحيمٍmerciful
إِن يَكُن بِالعُقولِ غَيرَ رَحيمٍ
فَهوَthen it بِالروحِto the soul لاnot يَزالُceases رَحيماmerciful
فَهوَ بِالروحِ لا يَزالُ رَحيما
If it is not merciful to minds,
If it is with reason unkind,
Then it remains merciful to the soul.
With the soul it remains ever kind.