1. Noble Riyadh is likened to the clouds
And its place is gentle with the breeze

2. So drink and let the weight of your cup grow
For this is a day that's gentle on the heart of time

3. Or don't you see how lightning has threaded
A horizon as though embroidered

4. And today the anemone is flushed with shyness
Shy while the breeze itself seems weak

5. The earth is embroidery and the gardens are its lines
With flowers forming patterns and letters between

6. It's as though the wheel has lost its way
You see it doesn't stop as it turns round