1. Though I aspire to be united with her
Whose mention is healing, and her sight exhilarating,

2. Though she is hidden, to your eyes she would be solace,
And if she appears one day, you will not be shamed by her.

3. Of the whitest maids you have not seen one so witty,
Nor one of pure and noble lineage like her.

4. No garden is fragrant in grief like her plants,
Her dew and flowers exude fragrance.

5. As if aromatics and perfumes met in a cleft
Of a valley's interior, such is her essence.

6. Musk is lavished on her until she seems to be
A perfumed wrap whose scent fills the air.

7. With something sweeter than leaves of dignity humiliated,
Kindling with moist wood the flames of her fire.

8. She is life when she meets you with her love one day,
And death when you meet her barriers.

9. And though her determination waivered, I am one
To guard her wherever she settles and dwells.

10. I swear I shall never forget you as long as I live,
Though homes be ravaged and dwellings destroyed.

11. Nor the mirage's delusion, nor the deserted ruins
And desolation left by the caravans.

12. Nor the spirits blowing and roaming, nor the abandoned traces
Remaining in Najd, its hospitality and dwellings.