أَيُّها الرائِحُ المُغِذُّ تَحَمَّل

حاجَةً لِلمُعَذَّبِ المُشتاقِ

O breeze that nourishes, bear

A longing for the tormented lover

أَقرِ عَنّي السَلامَ أَهلَ المُصَلّى

وَبَلاغُ السَلامِ بَعدَ التَلاقي

Greet the people of the mosque from me

When greetings are exchanged after meeting

وَإِذا ما مَرَرتَ بِالخَيفِ فَاِشهَد

أَنَّ قَلبي إِلَيهِ بِالأَشواقِ

And if you pass by the walls, witness

That my heart longs for it

وَإِذا ما سُئِلتَ عَنّي فَقُل نِض

وُ هَوىً ما أَظُنُّهُ اليَومَ باقِ

And if you are asked about me, say I pine

With love that I think will remain forever

ضاعَ قَلبي فَاِنشُدهُ لي بَينَ جَمعٍ

وَمِنىً عِندَ بَعضِ تِلكَ الحِداقِ

My heart is lost, so search for it among a gathering

And pilgrimage, near one of those enclosures

وَاِبكِ عَنّي فَطالَما كُنتُ مِن قَب

لٍ أُعيرُ الدُموعَ لِلعُشّاقِ

And cry for me, for long before

I would lend tears to lovers