1. Your heart, O son of my affection, is made of iron
And your aloofness has surpassed all barriers

2. The clouds of your connection have no hoped for rain
Neither downpour nor rumble of thunder

3. Years have passed in hopes never kept
Without honoring a pact or promise

4. A connection less than a year, then estrangement
Endless, with no limit to its distance

5. So heart that tossed in inconstancy
Refrain from transgressing, cease procrastination

6. Leave the agate and its people be
Though agate is the fruit of my essence

7. Take instead the people of Najd
Even if Najd's people don't cure your sickness