1. The gazelle of the desert from the glades of Najd
To your face my orientation, to your love my goal

2. And your religion in continually drawing nearer
Obligatory on me, and before me, and in my constitution

3. I yearn when the ostriches smile
Fragrant with the tail of an Indian drape

4. And I pour for the Najdi youth when he travels
Between the sand dunes and soft land

5. And the beloved of the guide is envied
By every elegant branch of the gum trees

6. His glances gave the lovers a cup
Gifted by his mole with the seal of nobility

7. So they savored in his love distracted
With no end and no limit

8. To the kiss of his face always my prayers
And the kissing of roses from his cheeks my want