يا قَلبِ ما أَنتَ مِن نَجدٍ وَساكِنِهِ

خَلَّفتَ نَجداً وَراءَ المُدلِجِ الساري

O my heart, you are not from Najd and its dwellers

You left Najd behind, beyond the trailing robe

راحَت نَوازِعُ مِن قَلبي تُتَبِّعُهُ

عَلى بَقايا لُباناتٍ وَأوطارِ

The yearnings have departed from my heart, following it

On the remnants of incense and litter

أَهفو إِلى الرَكبِ تَعلو لي رِكابُهُمُ

مِنَ الحِمى في أُسَيحاقٍ وَأَطمارِ

I yearn for the caravan, their mounts rising for me

From the sanctuary in Usayhaq and Atmar

تَضوعُ أَرواحُ نَجدٍ مِن ثِيابِهِمُ

عِندَ النُزولِ لِقُربِ العَهدِ بِالدارِ

The spirits of Najd quiver from their garments

When alighting, for the place was recently home

يا راكِبانِ قِفا لي وَاِقضِيا وَطَري

وَخَبِّرانِيَ عَن نَجدٍ بِأَخبارِ

O riders, stop for me and fulfill my desire

And tell me the news of Najd and its tales

هَل رُوِّضَت قاعَةُ الوَعساءِ أَم مُطِرَت

خَميلَةُ الطَلحِ ذاتِ البانِ وَالغارِ

Was the hall of Al-Wu'sa watered or rained upon

The juicy Tathl with incense and caves

أَم هَل أَبيتُ وَدارٌ عِندَ كاظِمَةٍ

داري وَسُمّارُ ذاكَ الحَيِّ سُمّاري

Or did I spend the night in a house near Kazima

My house and the one who chants in that neighborhood chants for me

أَيّامَ أودِعُ سِرّي في الهَوى فَرَسي

وَأَكتُمُ الحَيَّ إِدلاجي وَأَخطاري

The days I confide my secret passion for my steed

And conceal from the neighborhood my peril and dangers

فَلَم يَزالا إِلى أَن نَمَّ بي نَفَسي

وَحَدَّثَ الرَكبَ عَنّي دَمعِيَ الجاري

Until slumber overcame me

And my flowing tears told the caravan about me