1. نَسيمُ الصّبا مَرَّت بِأَذيالِ فاتني

    تُحرِّكها بِاللُّطفِ تَقصِد إقبالَهْ

    The east breeze passed by the hems of my enchanting beloved,

    Gently stirring them, seeking his favor.

  2. فَهَذا مَليكُ الحُسنِ يا قومِ فَاِنظُروا

    نَسيم الصّبا جاءَت تُقَبِّل أَذيالَهْ

    This, then, is the king of beauty, O my people—so look:

    The east breeze came to kiss his hems.