1. Inhale the breezes of Najd
Their fragrance stirs and kindles my passion

2. They blew from their land like magic, so we were infused
With the perfume of musk mixed with rosewater

3. Their trains flowed in their melodies
Bestowing their spirits upon us as gifts

4. They remind me of my youth during my prime
So my tears flow copiously, longing for my Najd

5. When the wild pear tree by the vale sings
I yearn for the melodies of my kindred folk

6. And when the summit of the rift valley resounds
Loyalty from times of old reminds me

7. O rustler of the branches, murmur softly
Pour out, O heart-rending dove, my fervor

8. O leader of companions - convey
The greetings of one whose longing the distance makes grave

9. His passion is too great to be confined
His yearning too vast to be numbered

10. Longing summoned him to them, so he obeyed
Befriending melancholy and wakefulness

11. Grieving over what is past, melting in sorrow
But does grieving for what is past avail?

12. You have estranged yourselves from him, so he is silent
And has attained what he hoped from you

13. Can the past of his life return, after
Passing, joined to moments, away?

14. Let me shed tears of sorrow
For myself, as that is my view

15. Maybe the water of tears will extinguish
The flames kindled with passion