1. Peace be upon the people of those tents
They are the goal of my questions and my highest hopes

2. By the right of passion, O breeze of the belt,
Pass by their abode

3. And give us news of the lady of the howdah
Oh dove of ardour and ruby,

4. How long will you lament
I think you are like me, abandoned by the friend

5. So for God's sake, sing with a fervent voice
My hope, Suleima, that I aspired to

6. The love of the radiant moon, how much is this wailing
On every fresh and fragrant branch

7. When will the pouring of a sorrowful heart be revealed
Empty of troubling pain

8. To other than your love he does not aspire
And when the breezes of Iraq came

9. Bringing news of their meeting
I called out from intense yearning

10. Oh she-camels of blessed journey, march on
You have attained my hopes that I aspire to

11. I swore by the one who performed Hajj and Umrah
And circumambulated and touched the Black Stone

12. And the one who recited the surahs in the House
You have attained my hopes that I aspire to

13. And the aspirations of the sorrowful ardent heart