1. I long for Najd whenever Najd is mentioned,
And my heart grows accustomed to yearning for it.

2. My body grows weak, wishing for its breeze to blow,
Sick with ardent love - the utmost fever.

3. It's not Najd I aim for, nor memory of its past,
But because it's become the abode of she who tossed me about.

4. Ill fate cast me there, though my warriors grew silent.
Separation's arrow cannot miss its mark.

5. Is there a way for one racked with passion
To relive those days once spent reveling?

6. When luck smiles, and time lends a hand,
No downpour stops nor doors bar the way.

7. May God water the environs of the Hima
With tears like rain when thunder departs.

8. And give life to the faces of the living tribes
With abundant fortune, ever on the rise.

9. My heart's loved ones - though love brings disgrace,
What's revealed is less than what I conceal.

10. Take me by the hand, for your disapproval wearies me.
Make ready my camel litter, then turn away.

11. If you will not pity my predicament,
Tell whoever comes that I hope for guidance.

12. Be forgiving or turn me away - you are my wish and refuge.
I have no alternative, whatever may come.

13. I say - though my tears are copious, fragrant drops -
For two friends whose reproach cuts deep.

14. If you come to lofty Hima, stop and weep
For one whose reason cannot be retrieved.

15. If asked who it is you mourn,
Say: a lover whom passion betrayed.

16. My two friends - though lovers vary in love -
In my agony, I'm peerless.

17. I implore you - tell me true - have you seen
In my state of love one more crazed?

18. Fate has undone my resolves,
Leaving me no solution or bond.

19. Reproach me if blame for love is due,
For my heart cannot reject it or assent.

20. God grant he revive my joy by their nearness,
After absence has drained me of all I can bear.

21. To find my heart still lodged between my ribs
When the world has bent low and luck lent a hand.