يَا أَهْلَ نَجْدٍ على هَوَائِي

يَا أَهْلَ نَجْدٍ على هَوَائِي

سَدَدْتُمُ سَائِرَ الجِهَاتِ

سَدَدْتُمُ سَائِرَ الجِهَاتِ

O people of Najd, to the air I breathe

Oh dwellers of Najd, on my passion

you have closed off every direction.

You have obstructed all directions

وَاعَجباً تَرْتَضُونَ قَتْلِي

وَاعَجباً تَرْتَضُونَ قَتْلِي

وَأَنْتُمْ في الهَوَى حَياتِي

وَأَنْتُمْ في الهَوَى حَياتِي

Oh, how strange that you consent to my killing,

Amazingly, you want my murder

while you, in love, are my life.

While in passion, you are my life