أُحِبُّ ثَرى نجدٍ ونجدٌ بعيدةٌ

أُحِبُّ ثَرى نجدٍ ونجدٌ بعيدةٌ

أَلا حبّذا نجدٌ إن لم تُفِدْ قُربا

أَلا حبّذا نجدٌ إن لم تُفِدْ قُربا

I love the soil of Najd, though Najd is far away.

I love the soil of Najd, though Najd is far,

Ah, how lovely is Najd, even if it grants no nearness!

Would that were Najd near, if it brought no gain.

يَقولونَ نَجدٌ لستَ من شعبِ أَهلها

يَقولونَ نَجدٌ لستَ من شعبِ أَهلها

وَقد صَدقوا لكنّني منهُمُ حُبّا

وَقد صَدقوا لكنّني منهُمُ حُبّا

They say, 'You are not of the tribe of Najd's people.'

They say: "You are not one of Najd's own people."

And indeed they spoke truly, but in love I am one of them.

True, but my love makes me one of them.

كَأنّي وقَد فارَقت نجداً شقاوةً

كَأنّي وقَد فارَقت نجداً شقاوةً

فتىً ضلَّ عنهُ قلبُه يَبتغي قلبا

فتىً ضلَّ عنهُ قلبُه يَبتغي قلبا

Having parted from Najd in misery, I am like

As though I left Najd in misery,

A youth whose heart has strayed from him, seeking a heart.

A wanderer whose heart seeks a heart.