1. O rider, turning left,
Straying from his path, going right,
ูก. ูุง ุฑุงููุจุงู ููุงููููู ุดูู
ุงูู
ุนูู ููุตุฏููู ููุงูุบูุถุง ููู
ููู
2. It's a road to Najd, as if
Eyes have crossed it, blown by the northern wind.
ูข. ููุฌุฏุงู ุนููู ุฃูููููู ุทูุฑููู
ุชููุทูุนููู ูููุตููุจุง ุนููููู
3. Greet them for me if you pass by greetings,
Their eyelids have walked its meadows.
ูฃ. ููุญูููู ุนูููู ุฅูู ุฌูุฒุชู ุญูููุงู
ุฃูู
ุถู ู
ููุงุถูููู
ู ุงูุฌููููู
4. And say, by a valleyโs tamarisk:
The leaves in its twigs murmur.
ูค. ููููู ุนููู ุฃููููุฉู ุจููุงุฏู
ูููููุฑูู ูู ููุถุจููุง ุญููููู
5. O tamarisk, no pigeon claims
What the fervent, sad one finds.
ูฅ. ูุง ุฃูููู ูุง ููุฏููุนู ุญูู
ุงู
ู
ู
ุง ููุฌูุฏู ุงูุดูููููู ุงูุญูุฒููู
6. If leaves felt whatโs in my heart
The branches would burn beneath them.
ูฆ. ููู ุฃูููู ุจูุงูููุฑูู ู
ุง ุจููููุจู
ููุงูุญุชูุฑูููุช ุชูุญุชููุง ุงูุบูุตููู