1. Is there for my love a messenger in the winds?
For my heart is distressed and my soul is ill

2. By God, O breeze, tell the people of the valley
That their breasts are filled with anguish

3. O you who move on while their image is in my heart
Is there for me a way to meet them?

4. Why do I see others gain your nearness
While I cannot attain union with you?

5. Seeking shelter with you, so grant me refuge
He has pitched his tent in the courtyards,

6. Complaining, while the complaints of the sleepless grow long
His heart has become accustomed to passions, so his condition

7. Is crying and wailing since you left
The music makes him sway happily

8. And the morning breeze makes him incline
The traces of the departed urge him on

9. And the sounds of morning rouse him
His nights have grown long, so his suffering is long

10. And the night of the sleepless is indeed long
He weeps for the sanctuaries whose traces are holy

11. When will he be allowed to rest in them?
How much has he wept in the garden of delight, seeking pleasure

12. While their shade was merciful to him
Until the hand of separation flung an arrow

13. That distance aims straight to the heart