1. Restrain the camels awhile,
Perhaps in patience I may find solace for my grief.

2. O sands of Nejd, do you harbor any cure,
As tears flow down my cheeks in torrents?

3. My heart had faith in justice and rights,
When will the sacred land bring relief?

4. The doves in the boughs sing artfully,
Their melody adds to my sorrow in this barren place.

5. Sleepless I call out, my heart echoes,
O guide, when can I visit the Messenger?

6. My aching heart is aflame,
Is there a doctor to aid the feeble?

7. My yearning for the angel of dignity has lasted long,
Be gentle and speak well.

8. When can my lowly state aspire to the sublime,
And find the path to the full moon?

9. O companion, let me repay my debt to fate,
And let my eyes pour out their flooding tears.

10. My home turned from me against my will,
Because the tomb was too far to reach.

11. By Tabuk and the tomb of the Messenger
To whom I am most devoted, I was urged to depart.

12. At dawn I left in sorrow, lamenting, grieving,
A pitiful stranger in the West.

13. If I were to express the meaning sung
To the dawn's melody which inspires the camel drivers.

14. The tears of my dear friends upon parting
Poured forth floods of sorrow at our misery.

15. They bid farewell, their tears like rain,
Murmuring softly, voices subdued.

16. The crescent shone, pure and unblemished,
A sublime new moon.

17. May God bless him who ascended above,
And attained lofty virtues.