1. The fragrant spring breeze was bestowed upon me
Blowing from the land of my love’s traces

2. It breathed upon me, igniting the fires of passion
In my ribs and the feathers of my wings

3. Yearning brought to me what that breeze carried
Of the breaths of my love’s sweet scent

4. And how often has the breeze revived her dormancy
Like fire kindled by the strike of flint

5. I swear by the nights I stay awake watching for
The star, hoping for the gazelle to arrive

6. I do not listen to the words of a reproacher
Nor to the gossip of a slanderous backbiter

7. The morning breeze played with his figure, intoxicating him
As if the draft of wine made him tipsy

8. Passion leads me happily towards him
Yet I spend the night shedding tears that flow

9. How often have I ignited its fires in ignorance
With my tears, fanned by the pouring clouds

10. Never will the censurer dissuade him from his love
Despite the advice of the blaming advisor

11. Nothing is more difficult than the agony of passion
Wretched are those scarred by tribulation!

12. What is it to me if lightning has fuel?
It shocks my heart with its flashing gleam

13. It trembles like a finely wrought spear
Above the saddle of the passing cloud

14. Or like a smile in the darkness that illuminates
The scattered flashes of white teeth for me

15. I spend the night shedding copious tears
In sorrow, moaning in yearning

16. Will the messenger convey to me the ones I love?
While Fate mocks the wandering ostrich

17. Wandering like the frightened oryx in the arid desert
Among mournful, bellowing antelopes

18. A band of men have lost their fear of love’s calamity,
The severity of every grave disaster

19. My loves are far from them, so they took
The homes of my people as plunder and spoils

20. Their residences approach the homes that have now
Become desolate, devoid of dwellers

21. Without them, a gloomy, desolate plain
Home to goats and sparrows

22. I walked by the traces of feet that reddened the cheeks
To a bright valley with flowing water

23. So it watered the site of the abandoned abode,
Crying over the laughing valley

24. Whenever the clouds draw its water
It directs its rain’s threads that pour out

25. No distressed lover has passed it
Beyond it and its surroundings

26. Screaming in the agony of separation, distanced
From crowds and settlements

27. Except I recalled the sprigs of blooming anemone
And the cooing of the wailing dove

28. Singing upon the myrtle branches
Igniting the embers of blazing passion

29. A tear flows which only descended
To the surface of the overflowing stream

30. A land whose cheeks smiled in days of youth
In the face of time’s fading days

31. I will expand his days and his time with praise
That leaves the tongue of the praiser weary

32. And I present from the bridles of poetry, brides
Who reveal over him the daughters of my inspiration

33. My whimsical mind runs with them as it wishes
Galloping like the ambitious steed

34. It walks when poetry trips over
Its foot upon the firmament in the towering sky

35. Increasing the fervor of every heedless heart
With their singing and every enraptured mind