بَكَتنا أَرضُنا لَمّا ظَعَنّا

وَحَيَّتنا سُفَيرَةُ وَالغَيامُ

Our land wept when we were estranged

And our greeting was carried by the messenger clouds

مَحَلُّ الحَيِّ إِذ أَمسَوا جَميعاً

فَأَمسى اليَومَ لَيسَ بِهِ أَنامُ

The abode of the living when they all passed away

Today there is no one left in it to sleep

أَنِفنا أَن تَحُلَّ بِهِ صُداءٌ

وَنَهدٌ بَعدَما اِنسَلَخَ الحَرامُ

We refused that an echo would resound in it

After the sacred months had elapsed

وَلَو أَدرَكنَ حَيَّ بَني جَرِيٍّ

وَتَيمَ اللاتِ نُفِّرَتِ البِهامُ

If the living ones of Banu Jari

And Taiym Al-Lat had sensed, the white camels would have been saddled

بِكُلِّ طِمِرَّةٍ وَأَقَبَّ نَهدٍ

يَفُلُّ غُروبَ قارِحِهِ اللِجامُ

With every heap of ashes and every deep sigh

The twilight of the fierce fighter disappears

وَكُلِّ مُثَقَّفٍ لَدنٍ وَعَضبٍ

تُذَرُّ عَلى مَضارِبِهِ السِمامُ

And every cultured, gentle and hot-tempered person

His arrows are scattered over his tent

يُكَسِّرُ ذابِلَ الطَرفاءِ عَنها

بِجَنبِ سُوَيقَةَ النَعَمُ الرُكامُ

Breaking off from it the branches of Tarfa

Next to the rest stop, the soft sands piled up