1. O land of al-Udhayb, does a lightning bolt never cease
To take me to the meadows or an embrace?

2. I long for the land of Najd though it moves away
While my heart holds tight to sorrow within me

3. I ask the caravans about it with tears that are blood
From an eye that has not drawn a lid over delight

4. And if lightning flashes on its own, I aim
My gaze at one with a rough mantle from an auspicious rain

5. And if the wind blows loftily, it drips down
My tears, yearning for the homeland, to the high ground

6. Is there a way to Najd and its inhabitants
That would rouse one accustomed to both Egypts against time?

7. Iraq is not a home for it after the sanctuary lands
That are healthy between the basin and twisted rivers.

8. The she-camels find rest from their constant roaming
When they reach the twisted sands with the saddlebags.

9. I wonder, how much did fate delude nations
From the line of Adnan and misfortunes from Yemen?

10. Did it bring me down to lands whose people are Arabs
Who drank nothing but from the brimming rain-pouring cloud,

11. Upon a trained, short-haired army, its regiments
White, with the foam of milk gleaming over them,

12. When they shoot those who oppose them, the arrows return
Bloodied through the sides and ribs?

13. They have no shields but their hides
And nothing over them but recklessness in their madness.

14. If God unites me, O Hudhaym, with them
Then I will not live the rest of my life in grief over time.