1. O mountains of Na'man, by Allah let
The breeze of morning pass through to me

2. May I feel its coolness, or may it heal
A liver that holds nothing but its core

3. For morning breeze, when it wafts gently
Upon a grieving soul, soothes its pains

4. Evenings made us neighbors of Na'man
As we settled, pleasing them, in our homes

5. O wind that blows in the dwellings, inform:
Do ruins still stand or have they wasted?

6. My anguish for Layla is of old
And best at slaying lovers' illness is its elder

7. I recalled the mating of gazelles at dawn
And the joy of life now gone from its bliss

8. You who stirred my eyes to weep
So their tears flowed and gloom intensified

9. Layla's love tormented my eyes and pursued
Their tears, though harm may yet visit them

10. My friends, bandage with cloth
A liver that holds nothing left but shreds