1. I say to the caravan as they pass through the land of Yathrib
Stop, my friends, if you have come to enjoy its meadows

2. And call out at these domes and display
With a soul that longs intensely and yearns painfully

3. The days have become too hard for its people to bear
So the eyelids neglected their duty and the tears flowed

4. Whenever the voice of the guide sounded from Mash'ar
The fire of yearning blazed between its ribs

5. How painful is the moan of its yearning!
And the agony of its withering leaves and its humility

6. It yearns for Najd and longs for Yathrib
And its yearning is only for the dust of its intercessor

7. If it set out towards its beloved as it intended
And if help supported it when it set out

8. The meadow of nearness would bloom after barrenness
And the grass of springtime would grow after drought

9. But the days have judged between them
So its overflowing tears were wasted by its weeping