1. O Najd, why have my loved ones departed?
None like them ever dwelled in your land

2. They camped, so why don't you accompany them?
O heart, whether they pack up or settle

3. It's as if their eyes on their lids
Shed tears as they walk

4. A singing girl grew used to the caravan’s company
But her ear-rings refuse the company of necklaces

5. Her eyes are what India prints
Her stature is what a calamus gives growth to

6. My forefathers’ offspring, if attributed
To them, are numbers of glorious Wail

7. O well-being, heal the body and your promise to me
Of pleasure that heals resentment beyond it

8. And your scraps of fur, they are a share
Of righteousness peculiarly shared by the fur

9. I pass the night depressed
Until its branches appear dishevelled

10. In an abode where you stored its courtyard
With musk perfuming its youth with the comb