1. The breeze of spring did not stir me,
Except that it melted my whole being in passion,

2. Nor did I hear the warbling of its melody,
Except that my tears sang on the ground.

3. It said, you heard and were happy distracted,
From my stirring, and came in transports of passion.

4. I said, Indeed I heard you and was made joyous,
By a slave humble, listening, obedient.

5. It said, go with the throng and walk to the living one,
And you were distracted by his perfect beauty.

6. I said, the throng travelled on the path of a bird,
Where are they to one weak and broken.

7. It said, is there not from a sigh within you,
Arts of passion flowing in your ribs.

8. I said, Yes, but it lies hidden,
In a heart ardent, restless and wounded.

9. O breeze, there came to us from their neighbourhood,
A fragrance that takes from the transports of passion.

10. By Allah, is there any news we see in it,
An affair binding our severed rope.

11. O wind, dispel any distress,
Show us open relief.

12. My crazed love galloped in the hills,
Where am I from its vast expanse.

13. Do they, if they stirred to life by its motion,
Encircle me as if clad imprisoned.

14. I mourn the living and my tears are blood,
And my eyelids deprived of sleep.

15. Where is sleep from a love-sick captive,
My Lord of loves disturbed and fevered.

16. Like the wounded deer, while the wolves
Surrounded it, separated from the herd.

17. I took my armor, steadfastness its strength,
And it is the best armor.

18. I stood before them with humility,
Circling all over my being.

19. Dead like the living, like an apparition bearing,
The raiment of life, humble in reverence.

20. The breeze of love encompassed me through them,
Like the including of branches to origin.

21. The sorrowing heart of an estranged wanderer,
Who should tend the sorrowing estranged wanderer.

22. I keep vigil for them hungry,
And my vigil and hunger are sweet to me.

23. As if when their lightning flashes,
I am a traveller returning home.

24. My heart cast into the expanse of their glory,
Saying, extend the rope to the falling one.

25. What is mine when the chests spurned me,
Except the ambition of the interceder.

26. The secret of existence chosen from Hashim,
Lord of Majesty, Vanquisher, Observer.

27. Teacher of good and pourer of dew,
And lowering garment upon all.

28. O soul, do not consent except to their doorsteps,
A market of righteousness, buy and sell.

29. Shake my sleeve in their sanctuaries,
At the majestic fortress, inaccessible.

30. Pray to God always through him,
And through his noble, lofty rank,

31. May his Lord pray upon him the duration of eternity,
In the respected, elevated, raised station.

32. And his two companions and the chosen Imam,
And those who rest in Baqi’s garden.