1. The fragrant breezes told tales of passion
From the gentle whispering winds

2. And the westerly breeze sent its greetings
Oh, the kindness the breeze conveyed and the gifts it brought

3. My friend, why does the heat of love spread?
Could it be Layla trailing her skirts over the sands?

4. For what is this fragrance but her visiting presence?
Welcome to a presence from her, greetings and peace

5. Oh the sweet life, passing by her dwelling
If it returned one day, most joyous that would be

6. Nights of company, all of them spelled in magic through her
Days of union, all of them the age of youth

7. She keeps her veil just so, and its glow
Is enough, no need for us to peer closer

8. She is the sun, though the light of her beauty
Is too noble that she should remove her cover

9. If the tattooed one breaks his vow to her resting place
Still it will flourish, watered by the tears of lovers