1. My wounds, oh how much pain
My blame in love is forbidden

2. How far away is this pain
In the valley, tents have appeared

3. With his sighs, ribs are folded
Upon them, love rules

4. Oh what a sad pouring
With the cooing of his grief, the doves chirped

5. It has reached his heart's desire
So it silenced him on the hill of arrows

6. When the unripe grapes and its residents are mentioned
Tears flow smoothly

7. And if the morning breeze of Suhayr blew
Longing, passion, and turmoil appeared

8. Is there a spring of Salu's water
That heals the heat of consuming passions

9. Do those dwellings have a way
That gives us rest in your plains

10. I say, and my longing is for your songs
It will always adhere to my heart

11. Oh home in Tayyibah, I yearn
And grief towards your land that has no end

12. The days gather in it my unity
Fulfilling after my separation, harmony

13. In your land’s plains, from meaning
A stranger far from home, greetings