1. O Qasim Al Aliya, oath of the high and its companion
You are the one who if the leaders were counted would be their leader

2. If happiness arose and its suns shone upon you
This is the young man of Al Aliya, Isa, who borrowed its suns

3. The saplings of his love thrived and affection watered their shoots
I feared for love that discord would taint its cups

4. So turn to us before wars flare up and their turmoil