1. The zephyr blows gently
Over a cheek whereon grow the anemones and rose;

2. On a branch of Unnab, whose scent the breeze still sweetens;
That cheek and branch alike surpassing all beside.

3. Long had mine eyes wept till, despairing of relief,
Sleep fled my lids, and slumber sought in vain repose.

4. Restless my heart, and in its place no more at rest;
Swayed by despair, with grief it overflowed.