إِذا ما أَتَتنا الرّيحُ مِن نَحوِ أَرضِهِ

إِذا ما أَتَتنا الرّيحُ مِن نَحوِ أَرضِهِ

أَتَتناه بِريّاه مطاب فَطابَ هبوبُها

أَتَتناه بِريّاه مطاب فَطابَ هبوبُها

Whenever the wind comes to us from the direction of his land,

When the wind blows to us from the direction of his land

It brings him to us, perfumed with his fragrance, and its blowing becomes sweet.

It comes to us bearing the scent of his radiant meadows, so its blowing is pleasant

أَتَتنا بِعَرفٍ خالِد المِسك عَنبرٍ

أَتَتنا بِعَرفٍ خالِد المِسك عَنبرٍ

وَريحِ خُزامى باكَرتهُ جنوبُها

وَريحِ خُزامى باكَرتهُ جنوبُها

It brings us an enduring fragrance of musk and ambergris,

It comes to us with an eternal, musky fragrance, with ambergris,

And the scent of lavender, visited at dawn by its south wind.

And the south wind of Khuzama in its prime

أَحنّ لِذكراهُ إِذا ما ذَكَرتُهُ

أَحنّ لِذكراهُ إِذا ما ذَكَرتُهُ

وَتَنهل عَبراتٌ تَفيض غُروبها

وَتَنهل عَبراتٌ تَفيض غُروبها

I yearn for his memory whenever I remember him,

I yearn for his memory when I remember him

And tears pour down, their streams overflowing—

And tears well up and flow with their sadness

حَنينُ أَسيرٍ نازحٍ شدّ قَيدهُ

حَنينُ أَسيرٍ نازحٍ شدّ قَيدهُ

وَأَعوال نَفسٍ غابَ عَنها حَبيبها

وَأَعوال نَفسٍ غابَ عَنها حَبيبها

The yearning of a captive far from home whose fetter has been tightened,

The longing of a displaced captive whose chains are drawn tight

And the wailing of a soul whose beloved has gone away from her.

And the lament of a soul whose beloved has left her