1. O my brother in the city, so eminent
I swear by the Eternal, look and see if I can see deliverance

2. Yet eminence increased me in nothing but foolishness
And I gained nothing but estrangement from its elite

3. For in Najd is one whose love sustained me
He left me neither bone nor skin

4. So said the townsmen: “You are possessed
By the caller of passion, you cannot reject it.”