رأت بارقا نحو العقيق فحنّت

وذكّرها الشوق القديم فأنت

She saw a lightning towards Al-Aqeeq so she yearned

And the old longing reminded her so she lamented

تمنّت رقق العيش في هضباته

وليس لها من عيشها ما تمنّت

She wished for the soft life in its plateaus

Yet she does not have from her life what she wished

وحنّت إلى ماء العقيق وأهله

حنين التي عن طيّب العيش زلت

She yearned for the water of Al-Aqeeq and its people

The yearning of one who slipped from the good life

على أنّها الأيام إن هيَ عقدت

نعيما على قوم أعادت فحلّت

Though time, if it ties

Joy to a people, it would repeat and dissolve