1. By Allah, O morning breeze
If you pass by the land of Al-Bitaah

2. And you descend upon their valleys
In the early dawn

3. Then mention my turning towards them
And tears flowing like a torrent

4. Their abodes have become illuminated for us
Like the bright stars

5. And their lineages have shone
As they are the shafts of spears

6. By Allah, O morning breeze
You are the best of winds

7. Be gentle with a heart filled with love
To the places where my loved ones lived

8. And after the tribe packed up
And left the plains to rest