1. In what the wind whispers, is there a fragrance of peace?
And from what the lightning ignites, is there a fire of passion?

2. Why else would the wind gently stir at dawn
And kindle embers in my heart with its touch?

3. Could it be from the tales of a love
That pulls the old man to the youngster's affection?

4. It adorned what's between Salma and Marba'
With memories of glorious days long past

5. In my graying hair, it shook me with a jolt
Showing me behind, my youth ahead

6. Had it not been for God's defense, I would have faltered to desire
And roamed its valley, dragging my rein

7. Many a night I stayed up restless
With sleepy eyes by the Euphrates' sleepers

8. The night grows long for me, O mother of Malik
And all the nights of my youth are nights of perfection

9. I know not what incited me and led me to passion
A flashing lightning or the cooing of a dove?

10. When an aromatic breeze toys with me
I stumble into the darkness of agony

11. I murmured in the dead of a night
Which a passing cloud kept making darker

12. I spent it between a sip of torment
And moaning of complaint and embracing passion

13. The best thing a voluptuous one turned to
Is a lover's embrace, not the sword's edge

14. If only the morning breeze gently stirred my tears
Through the homesickness of dwellings and tents

15. And lamented in the valleys of Dhi Al-Ghadha
Bidding every branch in Bisham farewell on my behalf

16. I wiped off a mist from my eyes for him
And with my tears, relieve the tightness of my reins

17. So O morning breeze that stirs from the belly of dawn
Dragging its tail over the dunes' tops

18. With what's between us, the desert sands of 'Alaj
And where the meadows meet at the foot of Shimam

19. Delight for an hour in the abode of my beloved
And convey her dwellings my profoundest greetings

20. And tell the clouds that wrapped the land under its folds
Folding layers under it with determination

21. Can you offer a shade to cool my bed?
Can you offer a shadow to wet my eyelids?

22. What dew or cool shade for deep sorrows
After nobles were buried in tombs?

23. I stood perplexed between their graves
Revering them above the greatest and loftiest

24. I lament with more profound wailing than a dove's
I cry and spend my tears to their last drops

25. They passed in a valley of generosity and glory
And setting suns at the highest peaks

26. Standing tall like a spear, shaking with pride
And ferocity in battle and upright posture

27. Unsheathing like a sword, aiding their comrades
With happy laughter and pride in their positions

28. Moving onward, facing their destiny like the Ka'ba
Praying for its people at first light

29. Chastity dawns upon them with elegance
As if the new crescent adorns their attire

30. It did not harm them to hide in darkness
If they appeared fully in the end