عَسى اللَهُ يُغني عَن بِلادِ ابنِ قادِرٍ

بِمُنهَمِرٍ جَونِ الرَبابِ سَكوبِ

May God make the land of Ibn Qadir needless

May Allah suffice us, far from the land of Ibn Qadir,

Of a pouring rain from the strings of a rabab,

With a pouring rain from dark, heavy clouds,

هِجَفٍّ تَحَفُّ الريحُ فَوقَ سِبالِهِ

لَهُ مِن لِوَيّاتِ العُكومِ نَصيبُ

Clouds which the wind stirs above their trains,

A torrent over whose falling streams the wind blows,

Getting a share of the twists of Ukoom.

Taking its portion from the winding dunes.