1. Wafts of perfume recounted, from the east wind’s breath,

    A tale of passion from the tent’s little dweller.

  2. And the breeze from Hajir brought her greeting—

    How sweet what the breeze brought and bestowed!

  3. O my companion, why has the sanctuary’s fragrance spread?

    Has Layla, then, trailed her skirts over the hills?

  4. What else could this fragrance mean but that her phantom has visited?

    Welcome, then, to a phantom that came from her—welcome!

  5. How sweet was the life I passed in her courtyard!

    And were it to return one day, it would seem sweeter to me.

  6. My nights are delight, all of them the hours before dawn with her;

    And days of union, all of them the season of youth.

  7. She is kept from lifting the veil, and her radiance

    Suffices her, so we need not veil ourselves.

  8. She is the sun, except that the light of her beauty

    Sets her, in loveliness, above being veiled.

  9. Even if the autumn rain has failed her barren soil,

    It has indeed begun to grow fertile from the lovers’ tears.

Sol 6.1