1. We sought refuge with Najran the Yemeni and his people,
And Najran is a land whose valleys were never trodden by men,

2. Amidst the varying voices you can hear it echoing,
Like the cooing of pigeons whose warbling cannot be understood,

3. It is up to us, its features cannot be recognized amidst it,
The tumult of its many tribes from every quarter,

4. As if amongst them the daughters of Harith singing,
Shy oryx does not reveal their veils,

5. Whenever their camp comes to a halt, its first men kindle a fire with it,
Lighting up the high crags,

6. The open land remains shadowed by its zigzagging,
And the torrent's pools roar loudly,

7. You can see the birds in peace have secured for themselves,
Abodes of lofty acacia trees amidst abundant forage,

8. When they are panicked they shake the standard of Ibn Habes,
And call for the generous one whose abode and signs are sublime,

9. He hastened with help for his clan and reached,
The protected land of the virtuous over the one who rivals him,

10. Thus did he attain more glory, stature and goodness,
And the doer of good meets good,

11. I see the people of Najran as planets at dawn,
And amongst them achieves every aspiration,

12. And he brought morning to the people of Al-Jawf, and Al-Jawf feels secure,
With the likes of eternity while fate brings to it tribulations,

13. And on Hamdan came a day that brought them,
Misfortune of misfortunes both evident and concealed,

14. And Kindah did not leave them one protected,
Or a refuge but their refuges were violated,