إذَا تَذَكَّرْتُ سُوحَ نَجْد

أَرَى بِقَلْبي رَجَا رُجُوعِهْ

When I recall the plains of Najd

My heart sees hope of returning there

لكِنَّ في ساكِنِيهِ لُؤماً

نَفَّرَني عَنْ رُبا رُبوعِهْ

But in its dwellers there is vileness

That drives me from the thought of going back

قَوْمٌ لَهُمْ في الْمَغَيبِ ذَمٌّ

يَسْطَعُ رَأسِي سَطا سُطوعِهْ

A people with shamefulness in absence

My head bows in shame at the thought of them