أَنتَ اِبنُ مُسلَنطَحِ البِطاح وَلَم

تُطرِقُ عَلَيكَ الحُنِيُّ وَالوُلُجُ

You are the son of Muslantah Al-Bitah, and

Neither affection nor intimacy have touched you.

طوبى لِفَرعَيكَ مِن هُنا وَهُنا

طوبى لأَعراقِكَ الَّتي تَشِجُ

Blessed are your branches here and there,

Blessed are your roots that grow.

لَو قُلتُ لِلسَيلِ دَع طَريقَكَ وَالمَو

جُ عَلَيهِ كَالهَضبِ يَعتَلِجُ

If I said to the torrent, leave your path

And the waves foaming over it,

لَساخ وَاِرتَدَّ أَو لَكانَ لَهُ

في سائِرِ الأَرضِ عَنكَ مُنعَرَجُ

It would have flooded back or it would have for it

In all the earth, a way around you.