1. Oh how excellent is Najd!
And who lives on its land,

2. How lively are its lovable people,
Even if they bore me hatred,

3. And because of passion I approach,
Those who did not please me when angry,

4. I clung to you as a youth,
Until I saw your head turning white,

5. So if you tend to my love,
You will find it ever fresh,

6. Despite stinginess, coldness,
And your withdrawal of favors,

7. I crave your memory, even if
I found in you something displeasing,

8. Oh, how strange is our stance!
One of us reproaches the other!