1. To God I lament a weeping that has shadowed me,
And a soul that when longing exalts it, it is abased,

2. Yearning for the land of Hejaz and its environs,
Blowing northwards, shadows would accompany it if the wind traveled with it.

3. And truly were it not for hopes that tempted it,
It would have stirred the ardour of the riding-beasts and exhausted them.

4. Shall I be denied a draught from the valley of Thu'ban,
When dogs have lapped from it and risen sated?

5. May God water the sands of the plain and the plain!
For I have inclined my soul to it and it has yearned.

6. And I shall water the slope of my Mount Zarud and Marbakh
With clouds that shed no rain however much they have shadowed.

7. I resolved but did not tarry over the thought a moment,
Since it was the soul's lot, that if it paused it would pine away.

8. And I became fretful over what I had squandered
Thus shall judgment be if it is not firmly grounded.