بَكَرَتْ عَلَيْكَ فَهَيَّجَتْ وَجْدَا

هُوجُ الرِّياحِ وأذْكَرَتْ نَجْدَا

She rose early and stirred up a passion,

The violent winds and reminded of Najd,

أَتَحِنُّ مِنْ شَوْقٍ إذا ذُكِرَتْ

نَجْدٌ وأَنْتَ تَرَكْتَها عَمْدَا

I yearn with longing whenever Najd is mentioned,

And you left it intentionally.