1. Hope for help from its dwellings, for that is its refuge,
And these are the songs of their abodes and their heights,

2. It is forbidden for my eyes to pass over its land,
And they have not seen the desolation of the homes and their sand hills,

3. Its breezes have mingled with that soil,
And its trains have been dragged over that plain,

4. Enclosures of sands that do not fear their collapse,
And branches of trees that do not fear their withering,

5. When the blamers see it one day,
I will excuse it for the sake of those who love its delay,

6. We were content and did not allow ourselves to be content with the Nile's consent,
But much, had we known its little,

7. Suns of domes whose rising we have seen,
If only I knew where is their setting from us,

8. Come, let us deviate from the belly of Al-Aqeeq inclining
To the right way of travel and incline it,

9. Is there anyone to give me a look, so I can show him,
The east of Najd the day its sand hills disappeared,

10. Like the currents of the currents its ships flow,
Or the high canals whose palms roar,

11. And you have not seen but one who holds
The chests of a soul that does not calm its anguish,

12. And one suffocated from crying that does not subside him,
And troubled in agony that does not relieve it,

13. Their eyes have been erased by your absence and their crying,
And their ribs have been possessed by your departure and their madness,

14. So from a looker, nothing remains but his tears,
And from a lover, nothing remains but his anguish,

15. Leave me a heart that I melt with love for you
And an eye that I keep awake in longing for it,

16. The showers quench it every time,
The grief of meadows and their plains roar at it,

17. When the south wind takes its rein,
It sends after a night its acceptance,

18. And it sends loaded with its tithe,
His convoys that bleat with tribute and their bounties

19. She-camels that the track does not straighten their briskness
Though the separation extends with the beloved’s inclination

20. How many times has its scent cooled an ardently enamored soul
And soothed an anguished heart with its slight anguish

21. The winds cross the sandy backs of its sands
So it overpowers them with the power of the train and inspires them

22. Dwellings that do not distress the leader
Or humiliate its guest,

23. My friend, desire has subsided,
And a soul that does not regret its consequence has returned to forbearance,

24. I am not the son of the mother of horses if I do not
Incline in the abode of the enemy to bewilder it,

25. When it recoils from the darkness, and its abhorrence returns
To the bitterness of misfortunes, and its hatred,

26. It hisses from the bite of dignity, and its froth rages,
And it rumbles from hitting the highlands, and its neighing,

27. And I turn away from wading in blood, its foreheads,
For its markers and enclosures have been lost,

28. We walk it with whips, prompting
To every expanse where its guide leads,

29. It has been harmed by the violence of the whips,
And overflowed at the length of the driving, its neighing,

30. And we are a game prey, if its might rages,
It threatens the pasture of its livestock and its place of rest,

31. By our oaths the whiteness of dusk is light
With which we engulf the throats of enemies and their entirety,

32. We mixed until its prolonged clamor,
Nearly makes its remnants perish on it in the day of turmoil,

33. Steeds have tried everyone tested
With striking hot iron until their canines have perished,

34. And valleys between Iraq and Hajar
With eggshell white expanses and highlands flowing its floods

35. It pours with the shedding of blood its torrents
And the necks of men flow with its loads,

36. Whenever the glorious Hashimites rage and its seas flood,
And the briskets of houses pour its torrents,

37. Storming under the saddles are its riders,
And startled under the coats of mail are its steeds,

38. And every hissing viper is swift,
Whether it departs or lodges,

39. As if on the back of darkness are its vanguards,
And in the hand of the most high winds are its forelocks,

40. I saw all the efforts and the branches of glory followed one another,
If one day it competes, its gain slackens,

41. And the farfetched goal empties its floods,
Or it tilts with spears for the encounter and its bands,

42. So the courageous whose chests do not retreat tasted it,
And the steeds whose lead cannot be repelled tasted it,

43. And the guarding warriors repelling from the protected
An evening in which their husbands cannot protect the women,

44. My father what my father, do not call to one like him,
The companion of glory from before you and its peer,

45. He carries the burdens, all its bearing,
And he roars the roar of the honored, their loads,

46. Tall, generous, he creeps into a band,
So he towers over them, rising, and its height,

47. If he attacked, we said the lion pounced together,
And if he gave, we said the Nile of Egypt flooded from its sources,

48. Clement - if a clan turns to him,
Its youth and its elders hurry to him in submission,

49. And if one day the herds incline their heads,
He keeps to the path of guidance, attracting them,

50. And he waited for them until their character returned,
And he gave them time until their minds returned,

51. And he did not extend to them his tolerance, so it exceeded its bridle,
And stumbled over it a stumbling that does not deliver it,

52. So his feared might throws his enemy,
And from his generous wealth, his killed is compensated,

53. Our elders and predecessors to glory,
Verily, those are lions, and we are their cubs,

54. And I was a cub to one of them, though I am dark,
It is a rightful claim that its killed not be humiliated,