1. The winds made my tent quiver,
In the pasturelands of Najd from my homeland.

2. A breeze that brings solace to my grief,
With hidden sorrows of love, we girls endure.

3. When we descended from the cliff of Naqa,
And pitched our tents on Shaykh and ar-Randal.

4. Seeking the plain of Qa'a with yearning,
And sending the camel mares to that sandy ground.

5. Meadows of flowers and flowered meadows,
Fragrant with dew, the garden exudes scent.

6. Oh how wonderful are the nights that depart and return
Bringing to me a smarting pain from their sting.

7. Separation has judged between us in the wilderness,
Suspending us from a solid rock face.

8. Days of passion and fervent love
In bitter desolation and barrenness.

9. Did those domes really venture into dangers
With a transmitted legacy of dried branches?

10. Shall I divert my restless eyes in diversion
To the pasturelands folded in Sa'd?

11. I had no homes save in the dwelling places of my friends
While with them my life was pleasant and my wine sweet.

12. I remembered them from afar when far from them
But near or far I do not forget them.

13. I kept the covenant of brotherhood with them even though
They broke it, heeding not my rope nor covenant.

14. They cast me away with the casting of obsessions
In every desolate moment, even devoid of owl and cold.

15. I met in it thehot breaths of their poisons,
With hearts that longing provides what it provides.