1. Arise amidst the ruins of homes and call out,
The mother of glory has knocked with generosity.

2. She came barren with a lion of evil,
Who amassed clouds of sand and called out.

3. She was raised to bestow favors,
Singing to the poor and watering the thirsty.

4. The tithe collectors wept so she met their needs,
As the swords smiled sheathed.

5. Wondrous is he in the cradle aiming
Deeds of merit and creation.

6. He gave friend and foe their due,
Healing hearts and opening livers.

7. So rejoice Emad Al-Din happily for the auspices
Of this blessed timely arrival.

8. As if he reached with steps well-trained
The heights accustomed and able.

9. Becoming the lion leader of the army
Prancing in the forest of lofty trees.

10. Clothed like his father in the garb of Najd's
Generosity and grace of dew and downpour.

11. Renewing in his generosity and dignity
The morals of generous forefathers.

12. Emulating their veins he grows
Traits of honor and custom.

13. Until you see in him a noble one unseen
By your generous fathers in children before.