1. The most fragrant greeting without its pleasant aroma,
The breeze blew from Al-Zawra.

2. It tells with its gentleness when it blows,
A magic that brings the dead to life.

3. It leads to the highest glory of a garden,
I have a pasture and its shade are my friends.

4. Its homes are my refuge and the place of its generosity,
My meadow and on its turf are my companions.

5. Its courtyard is an impregnable fortress and its pillar,
Is a paradise for me, and in its purity is my purity.

6. I mean the side of one whose heart is far from him,
None has wrapped except the gracious one to my misery.

7. From the aroma of the regions its beauty has spread,
So the atmosphere because of it is dusty horizons.

8. My Master Mahmoud whose name was mentioned,
My purpose and changer of the seasons of time.

9. Rather, his mention and my stream by day,
And my vigil at night in the black dark night.

10. He is the goal of my eye wherever he was even if he avoided,
Me and my anger in passion and my pleasure.

11. O guide of the impoverished, turn away from passion,
For the two numerals are active youths.

12. So stay at the Sulaib from Al-Aybaq and roast,
The sheep and the goat from the cliffs of Al-Kada.

13. And go straight with your purpose to Al-Gharay intending,
Auspiciously away from the barren wasteland.

14. And rein their most noble warhorse and their warhorse,
Away from a lovesick, sad hearted knight.

15. Whenever the memory of the impoverished weakens him,
His sighs with the panting breath of As-Saa’da.

16. And when he remembers its inhabitants his tears flowed,
Mixed with blood.

17. O you who visit Al-Jar’a the feverish,
Hasten with the fever if you pass by Al-Jar’a.

18. So mention to them my passion and if that,
Impenetrable tribe has my frequent turning to and fro.

19. And explain to them my condition, for after them,
My affliction and my affliction has prolonged my suffering.

20. And I say to those who blame me for loving them,
“Spare me and leave me be and my affliction.”

21. And turn away the saliva of their talk no mention of,
Those who settled in the lowlands if you wish my brotherhood.

22. O good days that have passed with them and I,
Socialized with them in assemblies of passions.

23. When cups of wine circled around me, they are,
And they excited the shyness in my intestines.

24. Days when dwelling was good for me and the place was sweet for me,
With the ignorance of slumber.

25. O are they to return to us, so I obtain the purpose,
Stingily and I sleep in its slopes my refuge.

26. And I roam satisfied with the Kaaba of their sanctity,
When receiving the corner with gestures.

27. And when will time bring me their nearness,
One day and then allow my remaining after it?

28. Or how can I return to them when I have no way to them,
When they are my asylum if my enemies return to me?

29. Or how does he not spend a passion from his life,
Two days: a day brief and a day long?

30. O masters you have cut with their separation the ties,
Of my hopes and the knots of my hopes unraveled.

31. If you ask about the state of my tear after them,
Then my tears grow on the lights.

32. Do not reckon in you my love an imposed,
Oath for I have burdened my insides with you.

33. Does my heart stray from the guidance of your love,
When your passion is my religion and my covenant of loyalty?

34. Or does my infatuation that separates me excuse me,
From you I hope for my love in a meeting.

35. May the Merciful give you life as long as life,
Allowed and the Guardian watered the places of favors.

36. And upon my organs is my greeting whenever,
The breeze blew from Al-Zawra.