1. I say to my companion while the night birds cry,
Between us is the meadow, so the refuge,

2. Savor the fragrance of the plains of Najd,
For after evening no plains remain,

3. Oh, the blessed scent of Najd,
And the meadow’s expanse after departure,

4. And your family when the quarter settles,
While you in your time have no visitor,

5. Months pass and we are not aware,
Of their halves or secrets,

6. As for their nights, the best of nights,
And shortest the days can be.