حدَّثتَ عَن رَندِ العَقيقِ وبانِهِ

حَدِّث إذا حَدَّثتَ عَن سُكانِهِ

You spoke of the slopes of Aghq and its dwellings

Speak, when you speak of its inhabitants

قِف بِالَمطيَّ لَعَلَّنا نُشفَى بِمَا

قَد ضَاعَ مِنها من ثَرى أَوطانِهِ

Stop at Al-Matiyya, perhaps we may be healed

By what was lost from it of homeland soil

يا لابِساً حُلَلَ النَّسيمِ منَ الحِمَى

وَمُضمَّخاً بالطَّيبِ من كُثبانِه

O you wearing the garments of breeze from the heat

And smeared with perfume from its sand dunes

ومُعانِقاً نَفَسَ الصَّبا من دَوحِهِ

وَمُلثَّماً بِشذا ثَرى حُوذانِهِ

And embracing the youthful morning breeze in its basin

And masked by the fragrance of Thuwan's soil

وَمُحدِّثاً يَروي حديثاً مُسنَداً

عَن ذِلكَ اللَّبَّانِ عن جيرانِهِ

And relating a supported narration

About that pastureland and its neighbors

حُيِّيتَ من سارِ يُسرُّ حديثَهُ

ويَفوحُ نشرُ الضَّالِ من أردانِهِ

You were greeted by one who delights in his talk

And the scattering of the lost radiates from its valleys

أَحييتَ منا كُلَّ ميتِ مُتَيَّمِ

وَأَعَدت مِنهُ الرُّوحَ في جُثمانِهِ

You revived in us every longing dead one

And restored in him the soul to its body

وَنَقلتَ عَن أَهلِ الكَثيبِ رسالَةً

وَأَرى النَّسيمَ يَبُثُّها بلِسانهِ

And conveyed from the people of the sand dune a message

And I see the breeze spreading it with its tongue

وَيَقولُ إِنَّهمُ على ما خِلتَهم

مِن عَهدِ أَيَّامِ الحِمَى وَزَمانِهِ

And it says that they, as I left them

From the days of ardour and its time