1. The breeze blows gently, spreading the sweet fragrance,
Filling the air with the scent of the meadows.

2. Oh nightingale, sing the praises of Muhammad,
Repeat, my dear, sing his praises again.

3. Repeat his name to all who would hear,
For his remembrance soothes all hearts.

4. Recite again the glories of the best of men,
He who amazed the world, present and gone.

5. He is the peak of noble glory, its pillar and axis,
The finest of nobility and grand deeds.

6. He is an ocean of generosity, its waters abundantly flowing,
Quenching the thirst of all who come to drink.

7. He is the best of Allah's creations, the chosen one,
Above all peers, supreme and unmatched.

8. He is my greatest hope, my place of refuge,
The sun of my faith, the full moon of my guidance.

9. He is my protection from all I fear,
On the Day of Reckoning, he is the pillar of my faith.

10. The glow of all goodness emanates from his light,
The radiance of his brilliant torch.

11. Do not be surprised - the care of the Chosen One
Has surpassed all reason in the extraordinary.

12. My longing for that blessed place stirs sorrow in me,
A sadness that smolders painfully in my heart.

13. Alas, anguished am I by the distance,
The separation is long, the sorrows plenty.

14. How I wish to be near that home of loved ones,
If only fate would allow such joy.

15. How I wish to heal my grieving heart
At those houses of memories that call to me.

16. Days when the full moon of his beauty rose
Above the delicate branch of his youth.

17. Now the days have played with him
And old age has come to visit its companion.

18. Old age, weakness, the loss of faculties...
When will fate grant me my wishes?

19. I grieve for a life now worn and faded,
Spent heedlessly in play and leisure.

20. I will weep in regret for all
That my hands have sent forth for the day of judgment.

21. Oh guide of sorrows, I hope for comfort,
Please share, my dear, please share my story.

22. Visit these meadows, stop at the valley of dew,
Where the breeze spreads fragrance.

23. His eyes relating tales of sadness.
When will he, so far from home and family,

24. Be blessed with your company again?
I send you a sweet greeting,

25. That sighs through the halls and valleys.