إِذا تَرَبَّعتَ ما بَينَ الشُرَيقِ فَذا

رَوض الفَلاجِ وَذات السَرح وَالعُبَبِ

When you sit between the rising sun and the meadows,

The pastures, the drinking places, and the tent ropes,

وَاِحتَلَّتِ الجَوّ فالأَجزاعَ مِن مَرَخٍ

فَما لَها مِن مُلاحاةٍ وَلا طَلَبِ

And the air becomes mild through the bending branches,

They have no confrontation or pursuit.