نَسيمُbreeze الصّباthe east wind مَرَّتpassed بِأَذيالِby the hems of فاتنيmy enchanting beloved
نَسيمُ الصّبا مَرَّت بِأَذيالِ فاتني
تُحرِّكهاstirs them بِاللُّطفِwith gentleness تَقصِدseeks إقبالَهْhis favor
تُحرِّكها بِاللُّطفِ تَقصِد إقبالَهْ
The east breeze passed by the hems of my enchanting beloved,
The breeze of morning passed by the train of a beauty
Gently stirring them, seeking his favor.
Stirring it gently, coming forward to meet it.
فَهَذاso this is مَليكُking الحُسنِbeauty ياO قومِmy people فَاِنظُرواso look
فَهَذا مَليكُ الحُسنِ يا قومِ فَاِنظُروا
نَسيمbreeze الصّباthe east wind جاءَتcame تُقَبِّلkissing أَذيالَهْhis hems
نَسيم الصّبا جاءَت تُقَبِّل أَذيالَهْ
This, then, is the king of beauty, O my people—so look:
So here is the king of beauty, O people; look!
The east breeze came to kiss his hems.
The breeze of morning came kissing its hem.