1. The breeze blew softly, carrying secrets
Gently with the secret of our hearts, O gentle one

2. Translate for us our ardent longing for them
And preserve for us the ascent through the phases

3. And be keen to convey the text of passion precisely
The malady of hearsay is the bane of news

4. And if you mention, in the presence of the loved ones, our fervor
Flow smoothly into pleasant conversation

5. Say: I sensed a slave distraught with love-sickness
Undone by passion’s onslaught and travels’ adversities

6. He had been a loyal neighbor to the beloved
Today, after grave concerns, he is far away

7. Restless, gloomy, distracted, enraptured
His ceaseless tears drenched the lands

8. Beyond imagination, emaciated, his garment
Hiding him from reproachers in the dark of night

9. Until daybreak folded up for him
A meager living - his day is not truly daytime

10. The days have tightened the knot of his loincloth
Dead in the knot of his loincloth, bound by ardor

11. No breeze blew from your encampments, O idols
Without carrying his wailing, wanderer

12. So if they glance your way mercifully
To comfort him, recall for them my secrets

13. I swear by them - they are my most precious icons
And the most majestic I invoke in perils

14. They are the soul of my soul, within its essence
With my being and the Potter’s shaping

15. And their mercy for a sigh in my innermost depth
And for a tear from my streaming eye

16. I have become, among their lovers, a marvel
Between water I gathered and fire

17. Our pacts, witnesses, deputations
To their noble court and precious dwelling

18. Whoever among them I saw in a dream
Attained acceptance and the rewards of the house

19. My soul is ransom for the dust of their threshold
In that dust, my dust is too precious!

20. Without their gatherings and joy of their era
The gatherings of all eras would perish

21. They are the people of Yathrib, the Monuments, the Banner
They are the qibla of the absent and the present

22. They are the light of my faint existence, and loving them
Is my provision for the journey to the Majestic Creator