أيا نَفَحاتِ الريحِ من أرضِ بابل

بحَقِّ الهوى إلاّ حَمَلْتِ رسائلي

O breezes blowing from the land of Babylon

By the right of passion, carry my messages

إلى خيرِ إلفٍ هام قلبي بحبِّه

به تمّ وَسْواسي وهاجَتْ بَلابلي

To the best of companions, my heart is infatuated with his love

With it my worries are complete and my mind confused

وقلت له: يا نورَ قلبي وناظري

رحلتَ بقلبي، والهوى غيرُ راحِلِ

And I said to him: O light of my heart and my vision

You have departed with my heart, while passion does not depart

وفرَّقتَ ما بينَ الجُفون ونومها

وواصلتَ ما بيني وبين عواذلي

And you have separated what is between the eyelids and their sleep

And connected what is between me and my loves

وإنّ بصحراءِ المُرَيْطِ منازلاً

لأحبابنا، أكرِمْ بها من منازل!

Indeed in the deserts of Murayt are dwellings

For our loved ones, honor them over other dwellings!

وفيها التي هام الفؤادُ بحبِّها

وكم سائلٍ لم يحظَ منها بطائلِ

And in them is she whom my heart is infatuated with her love

And how many questioners have gained nothing from them

تعلَّقها بالأمسِ خِلْواً من الهوى

فقدْ شغلتْهُ اليومَ عن كلّ شاغِلِ

Her attachment to the past without passion

Has today preoccupied her from all preoccupations