1. Everyone is enamored with the valleys of the city,
And its love is firmly rooted in hearts,

2. Yearnings gather from their memories,
But in its plains they split up,

3. I did not remember a lightning bolt and smell it,
Except that tears flow from my eyes,

4. The nightingales sing charmingly arousing it,
A longing for those who camped at Muhassab,

5. No guide urged on the longing of lovers,
Except their urging on by Hatim and Zamzam.