سَدَدْتُ الأُذْنُ عَنْ دَاعي التَّصابي

I have closed my ears to the caller of calamities,

And I profess a desire for the generosity of Najd,

وأُبْدِي رَغْبَةً لِنُجُودِ نَجْدٍ

وشَوْقاً لا نْتِشاقي مِنْهُ رِيحا

And a longing to breathe in its scent,

And nothing but precious stones has rested my heart,

وما بِسِوَى العَقيقِِ أَقامَ قَلْبِي

وأَضْحَى بَيْنَ أَهْلِيهِ طَرِيحا

And it has become ravaged among its people.