1. O dwellers of the land of Herat, haven't you had enough
Of this separation? By the right of Al-Mustafa, return!

2. My patience has worn out, and since we parted, sleep eludes my eyes
Your memory lingers in my mind, and my heart is distraught

3. Whenever the breeze blows from your direction
We bid it welcome, greetings friend!

4. To you, the longing heart has poured out
Being apart from you has torn my soul

5. And my heart is not devoid
Of love for your beauty

6. How I long for the abode of Al-Hima, its houses
Where the youth once dwelled, deep in my heart

7. I cannot forget it since we parted, bidding farewell
With flowing tears and an aching heart

8. My patience has not waned
At the memory of your smile