1. Stop at Najd, let us bid farewell
To the abodes of joy;

2. For I have tears that I shed
To water its towering heights.

3. The yearning ones sigh for it still,
Inclining the valleys' slopes.

4. It has a longing that smolders,
A sigh from me ever abides,

5. And many a gazelle grazed there,
That dwelt in valley seclusion,

6. Hunting lionesses in packs,
Like ascetics dressed in scrubs,

7. As if out of enfeeblement
Filled with dormancy.

8. When it was time for them to leave,
The valley ravines cried out.

9. I wanted my heart close by,
But I could not find my heart.