1. A visitor came, though if her Lord came
We'd be content without her or the scent of roses.

2. The tale of her smile spreads from her like the smiles
Of a heavenly breeze from the eternal garden.

3. In her purity I compared her to his purity
For his brothers, both near and far.

4. And he sent us from himself her breeze, her breeze,
And though if she leaves, it will last as pledged.