1. Those are my homelands, and this is their image,
Carved into the blackness of my heart.

2. Their beauty appears before me,
Wherever I turn my gaze in the universe,

3. In the light of the sun, in the moon's glow,
In the soft breeze, in the lips of flowers,

4. In the murmur of the clear stream, in
The tumult of the river and the waves of the sea,

5. In the dripping of tears, in the ardency of yearning,
In the flame of longing, burning in my heart.

6. The chime of bells embodies their name,
And their name fills the praises of dawn.

7. A thought that penetrated all thought,
An image that mingled with all images.

8. It is in my life a secret, just as
The name of God has become a secret in the Quran.

9. My country, my heart's desire, if
you are safe, then the world is nonsense.

10. If admitted to Paradise without you,
I would see it only as Hellfire.

11. My death before perdition,
Is to avert my eyes from your horizons.

12. My soul thirsts for your songs, so will
this burning in my heart be quenched?

13. Thus the heart prays in its sanctuary,
And the soul embraces the Sacred Stone,

14. And you let me pass through your right side,
Upon a body worn by separation's vigil.

15. And the birds sing in its trees,
A melody that sways the branches.

16. News carried by the eastern wind,
And flowers spreading the scent of news,

17. And every friend meets his friend,
And the scattered are brought together.

18. My country, allow me a drop,
For all other water besides yours is brackish.

19. Would that I had a handful of that soil,
To smell the fragrance of its blessed dust.