1. The gardens of Riyadh are attributed to the clouds, noble
And its place with the breeze is gentle

2. So drink and fill your cup, for it
Is a day on the heart of time, light

3. Or do you not see the lines of lightning that split
A horizon as if the downpour in it is pouring

4. And today the anemone is blushing from shyness
Bashful, and from the sickness of the breeze, weak

5. And the land is pavement and the gardens are its lines
And the flowers shapes between them and letters

6. And it is as if the wheel has lost its way
So you see it does not disappear while it spins