1. O my heart, you are not from Najd and its dwellers
You left Najd behind, beyond the trailing robe

2. The yearnings have departed from my heart, following it
On the remnants of incense and litter

3. I yearn for the caravan, their mounts rising for me
From the sanctuary in Usayhaq and Atmar

4. The spirits of Najd quiver from their garments
When alighting, for the place was recently home

5. O riders, stop for me and fulfill my desire
And tell me the news of Najd and its tales

6. Was the hall of Al-Wu'sa watered or rained upon
The juicy Tathl with incense and caves

7. Or did I spend the night in a house near Kazima
My house and the one who chants in that neighborhood chants for me

8. The days I confide my secret passion for my steed
And conceal from the neighborhood my peril and dangers

9. Until slumber overcame me
And my flowing tears told the caravan about me