1. My friend pass by the lone house,
And remember my pact with Layla, excellent was that pact,

2. Oh morning breeze of Nejd, when will you blow from Nejd,
For your advent has increased my passion and agony,

3. Does Waraqa's foliage whisper in the charm of dawn,
Upon tender sprouting plants from green meadows,

4. I wept as a child weeps and I disclosed what I never disclosed,
And I became stony while I recalled what I recall,

5. And I became free of all infatuation,
Yearning and my heart longed for Nejd,

6. If she promises she increases the passion of waiting,
And if she is miserly with her promise, I die for the promise,

7. And if she comes near a house I weep, and if she goes far,
I struggle so neither nearness has comfort nor distance,

8. For in every love there is inevitably joy,
But your love in it is nothing but intense effort,

9. I yearn for Nejd, oh would that I were,
Watered over its acacias with the passion of Nejd,

10. Oh excellent is Nejd and the fragrance of its soil,
And its spirits if Nejd keeps to the pact,

11. And they claimed that the lover when he comes near,
Is wearied, and that distance heals the passion,

12. With everything we tried to heal but we were not healed,
Since the nearness of the house is better than distance,

13. Since the nearness of the house is no use,
If the one you love is not friendly,