1. O gentle breeze that blows from the land of Babylon
Carry my greetings to the people of the tents

2. And say to the beloved, in whom is some of your breeze
Isn't it time your words returned to me?

3. I was content, had I not known the passion in you
I would not have been pleased with just messages from you

4. How can I have patience with one whose love
Has flowed through my bones, which are not bones

5. Indeed, I wish I were in your land
Even though it has brought me only sickness

6. You want me to be content, yet I was not
For you are not in the house of my dwelling

7. I was like a well-strung necklace among you
Yet here I am, a thread without order

8. So there is no lightning except the one that splits you from me
Nor clouds except the whiteness of my sorrows