1. O guide of the gentle breeze, whose glances
Left my heart pierced by those arrows,

2. A basil plant, all wishes lie in its scent,
If not for the Protector and avoiding the forbidden,

3. My heart would not have turned away from you, rather
Hunting a gazelle is not permitted for a pilgrim.

4. Indeed we knew of the gazelle before it
The secret of passion, and would that we never knew,

5. Oh woe to you Antara, whom it has healed,
What did not heal me and only caused more pain without speaking,

6. Oh ewe, what was hunted for he who made you
Forbidden to me, would that you were not made forbidden.