1. Alas! Is there no way to smell the scent of Khuzam,
And to look upon Al-Qirqir before death comes my way?

2. That I may drink of the spring of Al-Hujaila a draft
To cure me before death of what made me frail.

3. O groves of the valley, I am weary of company,
Is there in your shade a place for me to rest my trail?

4. O groves of the valley, plain is what shows
Of my body, compared to what my heart does conceal.

5. O groves of the valley, after long separation
My yearning for your faithful shade is long.

6. O groves of the valley, my heart is left behind
With you, though the good of you is little to find.

7. I wish to descend the slopes towards it but faith
Heavy upon me prevents and forbids.

8. I talk to myself of you since I'll not return,
So my sadness within my heart becomes entrenched.