1. When the winds of Abi Aqeel blow,
We call upon Al-Waleed during their blowing,

2. I smell the air, hunting a wild animal,
Seeking the help of Labeed for my manliness,

3. With hills like camels, as if mounted by the sons of Ham,
Sitting on top of them,

4. O Abi Wahab, may Allah reward you with goodness,
We slaughtered it and fed the small birds,

5. Return, for the generous has a place to return to,
And I think, O son of Arwa, that we will return.