1. My dawn has not brightened, nor has my dawn become radiant,
Since the beloved departed, my dawn has faded.

2. The convoy of the minister set out from us one day,
Leaving us in the darkness of night bereft.

3. O Lord protect the minister, purifier of glory,
Soleem Al Khillal is pure from all impurity.

4. He relieves the chest with joy and congeniality,
His generosity makes gifts unnecessary for all.

5. His generosity flows with splendor and glory,
Forged from the brilliance of praise and eulogy.

6. He is a lion made great by God,
A rain that God sent to end the drought.

7. He is a light that ignites my mind,
He is a wall against which my castle rests.

8. He made my wine glass the highest constellation,
After it had followed behind every glass.

9. Through his bounty, the deprived gained glory,
Becoming men of stature, sword and spear.

10. Rejoice, my heart, at the return of the generous minister,
His kindness is rain after drought.

11. Is not the minister the dawn, and for the dawn
Is not return inevitable after departure?

12. May God prolong the life of my absent one,
Who achieved success through benevolence.

13. I was healed from the turns of night,
But he healed me and stitched my wounds.

14. O you who settled in my heart,
Remain forever gentle, surpassing all gentleness.

15. Fulfill your promise, so life may ebb and flow,
And spread goodness and profit in the land.