عوجا خَليلِيَّ عَلى المَحضَرِ

وَالرَبعِ مِن سَلّامَةَ المُقفِرِ

My friend, I yearn for the pastures

And the open meadows of Salamah's dwellings

ذَكَّرَني سَلمى وَأَيّامَها

إِذ جاوَرَتنا بِلِوى عَسجَرِ

Salma reminded me of her days

When she lived near us in Liwa of Asajir

بِالرَبعِ مِن وُدّانَ مَبدىً لَنا

وَمَحوَراً ناهيكَ مِن مَحوَرِ

In the meadows of Wudan, a home to us

And a place of gathering - how wondrous a place!

في مَحضَرٍ كُنّا بِهِ نَلتَقي

يا حَبَّذا ذلِكَ مِن مَحضَرِ

In that dwelling we used to meet

Oh, how splendid was that dwelling!

إِذ نَحنُ وَالحَيُّ بِهِ جيرَةٌ

فيما مَضى مِن سالِفِ الأَعصُرِ

When we and the neighbors were all close

In times gone by, in days of old