حَيِّ الدِيارَ بِمُنشِدٍ فالمُنتَضى

فالهَضبِ هَضبِ رَواوَتَينِ إِلى لأى

Oh dwellings of the past, greet them with a singer

Towards the two slopes of Ra`wah I set my course

لَعِبَ الزَمانُ بِها فَغَيَّرَ رَسمَها

وَخَريقُهُ يُغتالُ مِن قَبلِ الصَبا

Time has played with them, changing their beauty

Its ruins waylaid by the morning breeze

فَكأَنَّها بَلِيَت وَجوهُ عِراصِها

فَبَكَيتُ مِن جَزَعٍ لما كَشَفَ البِلى

As if their proud faces have withered over time

I weep in agony at their decay laid bare