*The ban tree, known scientifically as Moringa peregrina and known locally as Shajarat Al-Ban (شجرة البان), is one of the rare and historically treasured trees native to the Arabian Peninsula, particularly the western and southern regions of Saudi Arabia.
For centuries this elegant desert tree has been admired for its resilience, its beauty, and above all the precious oil pressed from its seeds. It grows naturally in the Makkah and Madinah regions, in Asir, and along the rocky valleys and mountain slopes of western Saudi Arabia, and although it takes root in dry climates, it withstands the harshness of the desert thanks to a deep root system and its adaptation to mountainous terrain. Ban oil was long regarded as one of the finest natural oils in Arabia, and it featured in the cultural and trade exchanges that crossed the ancient peninsula.
The tree also holds a place in classical Arabic poetry and literature, where it stands as a symbol of beauty, elegance, and the natural richness of the land.
يا مطرق الفضة قدمها
تخبط على الجوخ ما يعلم قدمها
قالوا وزير الشام خدمها
ملك العراق شد لها الركاب
أنا لا صيح واصل لكل من هان
رجل يضيفكو ما ينهان
وأنا لا صحن القهوة مع الهان
وأحيي الضيف مع كل من لفي
بداري علي محبتكم بداري
يا غصن البان لن تجرد قبالي
واطلع يا ثوب العز وأتفرج بدالي
رمان وعالم منتهى
أنا لا عد النجم لو غاب
وأصبر علي جفا المحبوب لو غاب
واللي يعاشركو يسلم من جهنم والعذاب
يوم الممات يا عز الأحباب.
أنا لا نام الليل وحدي
واعد النجم لو غاب وحدي
علي طريق المارقات اعملوا لحدي
حتى الا غيهن من تحت التراب.
جمال محملة وجرسان بتعن
وكل ما تفكر اللي مضت عالبال بتعن
حملت بضاعتي ودرت بها اعن
غريب بلاد ما حدا مني اشترى
يا قلبي بطل الوسواس والهم
وأطحن من دقيق الصبر والهم
وكل ما نقول الصفا يغلب على الهم
واتاري الهم غالب عالصفا
والله لا نام الليل واتقلب بالحضين
وأقلّب وردة الجاهل بالحضين
ومتي يا حباب نتجمع بالحضين
ونتذكّر زمانًا اللي مضى
3ataba ya matraq el fodda qadamha
To5bot 3al joo5 ma ye3lam qadmha
Qaloo wazeer el Sham 5adamha
Malek el Iraq shadd laha el rkab
Ana la see7 wassel lkol meen han
Rajol...3ataba ya matraq el fodda qadamha
To5bot 3al joo5 ma ye3lam qadmha
Qaloo wazeer el Sham 5adamha
Malek el Iraq shadd laha el rkab
Ana la see7 wassel lkol meen han
Rajol ydeefookee ma yenhan
W ana la sa7en el qahwa ma3 el han
W 2a77yee el dayf ma3 kol meen lefee
Bdaree 3ala m7abetkom bdaree
Ya 8osn el ban lan tajrod qbalee
W 2etla3 ya thawb el 3ez w 2etfaraj badalee
Romman w 3alam menthee
Ana la 3edd el nejem law 8ab
W 2osbor 3ala jafa el ma7boob law 8ab
Yallee y3asherko yeslam men jhannam wel 3azab
Yom el mamat ya 3az el 2a7bab
Ana la nam el layl wa7dee
W 2a33ed el nejm law 8ab wa7dee
3ala tareeq el marqat 2e3meloolee la7dee
7atta yallee 8eehen men ta7et el torab
Jmal m7amle w jersan bet3en
W kol ma tfaker yallee madat 3al bal bet3en
7emlet bda3tee w deret behha 2a3enn
8areeb blad ma 7ada mennee 2eshtarax
Ya qalbee battel el weswas wel hamm
W 2ot7an men daqeeq el saber wel hamm
W kol ma nqool el safa ye8leb 3ala el hamm
2ataree el hamm 8aleb 3al safa
Wallah la nam wel layl w 2etqallab bel 7dein
W 2aqalleb wardet el jahel bel 7dein
W matta ya 7bab nejtem3 bel 7dein
W ntezakkar zamanna yallee mada
O you whose silver ornament is set before her (foot)
She taps upon the velvet and her tread goes unnoticed
They said the vizier of Levant (Damascus) waited on her
The king of...O you whose silver ornament is set before her (foot)
She taps upon the velvet and her tread goes unnoticed
They said the vizier of Levant (Damascus) waited on her
The king of Iraq saddled up and rode out for her
When I call out, my welcome reaches everyone, even the lowly
A man who hosts you is never brought to shame
And when I pour the coffee cup with grace
I honor the guest and everyone who comes around
I shelter your love and keep it close
O branch of the ban* (moringa) tree, do not strip yourself bare before me
Rise, O robe of glory, and appear for me to behold
Pomegranates and beauty beyond compare
Even as I count the stars though they set
I endure the beloved's coldness though he is gone
Whoever keeps your company is spared hellfire and torment
On the day of death, O dearest of loved ones
When I sleep at night alone
And count the stars though they set, alone
On the path of those who pass, make my grave
So that I may still call out to them from under the earth
Laden camels, and bells are ringing
And whenever the days gone by come to mind, they ring in me
I loaded my goods and went around trying to sell them
A stranger in the land, and no one bought from me
O my heart, quit the fretting and the worry
And grind from the flour of patience, and worry on
Every time I say serenity will win out over sorrow
I find instead that sorrow overpowers the serenity
By God, when I sleep at night and toss in my embrace
I turn the little rose in my arms
And when, O loved ones, will we be gathered in one embrace
And recall the time that has passed