1. The distance kindles her love,
Prolonged longing torments her.

2. She loved the ruins of Najd,
And so she yearned for its plentitude.

3. Whenever her sigh pulls her,
Her fervor pursues her sigh.

4. My ardour is toward her,
And what has exposed her.

5. Najd’s pasturelands with arrows
Have struck what they have aimed at.

6. Nights past brought me near
Sulayy, and what it nurtured.

7. Comfort my heart with love,
Though climax has wearied it.

8. And doves of Sulayy
Recall whom I passionately love.

9. Her eyes neglected me,
And my purpose augmented my sigh.

10. Can anyone but the living,
My water, sympathize and weep?

11. May she reach what will
Bring wealth from them, and may she live!

12. She is that living one beyond
Any doubt in the universe.

13. O ruins I see her
Sharing her passion with me!

14. Except I am constantly
Loving her unlike any other.

15. I mourn the ruins in solitude,
And my purpose is exhausted.

16. Strange, with my distance
My eyes saw none but her.

17. Her pasturelands are a chain in my eye
With downpour like water.

18. By it how much light kindled
From her distress and blindness!

19. So ask my tribe,
How it has seared my innermost being.

20. And how the ruins of Najd
Have bent it with cruelty!

21. May God protect it
From her pastureland’s heat and shelter it!

22. How many brows have we laid down
In its ground and its lips!

23. Oh soil, none but her lips
Have touched it!

24. Would that I knew, and imaginations,
How the pasturelands have confused it!

25. Do the pasturelands’
Rains relate the melodies I have seen?

26. Have they diffused with musk
Every edge of her figure?

27. Does her splendor rise in a sky
Of her openly radiant beauty?

28. She is the Sinai of my heart,
And passion today has guided her.

29. She is the sun of the soul
In the sign of its rising and brilliance.

30. She brings joy to the soul, which desires
A fire drawing near its fold.

31. May God sanctify the family
And country He has protected!

32. How many battles have we offered
To her ground and her lips!

33. O land, none has embraced virtues
But her ground and her lips!