The winds of love suddenly began blowing in my head Bringing me the greeting of my beloved Saying "return my precious" "The separatoin has been long while you are away"
The impatience of my imagination wandered in a void And it was a happy wish for me She emerged from a high tower And said a strange word
Return my love I don't have any destiny for me in this world You are my love but you cannot be the one for me (hilaali means like "the one for me" but it has strong connotations of one being not just the best match based on feelings etc, but also being the one who is suitable for other reasons social or otherwise)