يا دارَ عَبدَةَ بِالأَشطارِ فَالكُثُبِ

رُدّي السَلامَ فَقَد هَيَّجتِ لي طَرَبي

O Abda's home amid the sand dunes and hills

Send back my greetings, for you have stirred my yearning

دارٌ لِعَبدَةَ إِذ أَترابُها خُرُدٌ

حورُ المَدامِعِ لا يَؤبَنَّ بِالكَذِبِ

A home for Abda, though its dwellers are now few

Tears of sorrow flow, no lies can dry their welling

أَدعوكِ ما ضَحِكَت سِنّي وَإِن خَدِرَت

رِجلي دَعَوتُ دُعاءَ العاشِقِ الطَرِبِ

I call you, while my years still laugh though my feet fail

I pray the lover's prayer in all its fervent feeling