1. O two mountains of Najd, our father, you were watered,
When did the separation end, O two mountains?

2. I call upon you in yearning, and I know
That though the words take long, you do not tire.

3. I say as the darkness extends its hallways
And casts upon the sand dunes heavy burdens.

4. I implore you to embrace me an hour,
Perhaps I can see the fire that you both see.

5. And I cast upon the distance from home a breeze
That laments in my eyes from the sands.

6. Stand, my two friends, today I ask an hour
And do not return my call without response.

7. Is the land after the two separators as it was?
And is my time returning to me in it?

8. Has old age touched your flowing hair?
And have your two lips tasted the sweet water?

9. The two separators betrayed in Suwaqah’s day,
And my soul bleeds at the memory of the traitors.

10. No wonder, my heart is a traitor to me
When after being away, my ribs still shelter it.

11. May God grant, after avoidance is there kindness?
And after the distance of youth is there closeness?

12. My intention is not that I chart you a course,
A little of your approval suffices me.

13. And a blamer whose blame is an earring to my ear
Blames while I have no control over the matter.

14. My blamer, if only your heart was mine,
I would be silent, but it is another's heart that pains me.

15. Oh, would that I had a drink from Yabreen's water,
Sweeter to my heart than the purest nectar,

16. I would heal a heart distanced whom separation left
No mercy but yearning.

17. And were it not for passion, I would want only wineskin
Stabbed by the spout, its jug made of twined fibers.

18. When the honey intoxicates from its drops
I would quench the thirst of its protector, joyous and blessed.

19. And I have a hope I must carry its burden
On the saddlecloth, from Khifaanah and steed.

20. And every roar of the two hoof-beaters is as though
It were lightning repeating itself in flashes.

21. And the hum of the gray soles is as though
It were a wolf trained on honey and treacle.

22. So if I have not ridden a great one, nor has
My sword gone forth, nor wetted its blade with blood.