1. Oh the misery of days and time destroyed
And the nights pass by, each one different

2. After the people of Najd, don't try with them
Don't let your eyes follow what is destroyed

3. If you do good, make peace between them
The bitter one says, I will not try that

4. They wake up with curved backs like lute wood
Birds circle above, curved and blessed

5. If you are from the tribe of Adwan and separated
You were kings of the past in that place