1. O sons of the revered Sheikh, the hoped-for savior,
When throats are constricted, for relief,

2. O savior of the dew on days of bounty,
And lion of tumult amidst the billowing sand,

3. God raised your status to the heights,
A lofty height above all heads,

4. You remain heads among men,
Of leaders from you and followers,

5. God sanctified your secret from people
Who busied themselves with glorification and sanctification,

6. Wearing the garment of piety, the finest garb,
The raiment of piety is the finest raiment,

7. We knew what you harbor
Since we knew the imagined through the sensed,

8. You are Abdel Rahman in every state,
Of innocent Saudis, free of ill omens,

9. Pure gold and a sincere pearl,
Not clouded like turbid wadis,

10. Each day I send from me a poem
In praise of you, like a bride's wedding procession,

11. You immortalized, from one era to another,
A eternity of glory in the whiteness of ancestry,

12. So here I am, having attained a position, recording
The date with Abdel Rahman in teaching.