1. The truth has become clear, so traverse the back of the white desert,
And abandon the talk of friends and foes,

2. And head with determination to the land of Hejaz, you will find
Remoteness from vanity in the lodging of the valleys,

3. And say when you attain some of the Mother of Towns
Which is reaching in secrecy and expression,

4. O Mecca of Allah, you have established for me a sanctuary
Secured, I do not complain in it of illness,

5. So when the displaced poor one saw his dwelling
In your vast lands, he did not strike with harm,

6. Yearning of the heart for your magnificence is connected
To the yearning of meadows for fresh rain and calling.