1. The morning breeze blows gently over the abode of the beloved,
And my heart quivers that its blowing may stir.

2. The love is still fresh, though the beloved is gone away.
The heart must love where its beloved may dwell.

3. From my soul mounting aspirations rise towards you,
Intimations that despair of you will be its fate.

4. The campsite of Layla has grown desolate and forlorn,
Emptied are the tents and the hillocks of Layla.

5. As the sun declined from its zenith and disappeared,
Who will tell me in what land is its setting?

6. By the number of nights you have cast me away
In an abode of misery, while you are a stranger to it.

7. It is right that Layla should torment my heart,
With estrangement, and Layla's sins are forgivable.

8. Your sojourn in Najd is because I gave respite
Whenever the breeze blew its blowing.

9. Some people say: distract yourself with another.
But how can I, when Layla is my sickness and my remedy?