1. My heart rises, let us enjoy your pleasures
And pluck them from the flowers of your being

2. The voice of prosperity calls to comfort
The comfort of morning from your cups

3. So awake, awake to the light with the sun
In the rests of your day

4. It is the fire of speech, so erase the friend
Of the self in its light, the veil of your attributes

5. And kindle from the sparkle of revelation
Years that shine from all your aspects

6. And become in the darkness, dawn guided
Rushing with light in your shadows

7. A wine in cups, better than pourers
Who mixed it with fortune in your taverns

8. It is an eye in an eyebrow of glass
Like the lantern's veil in your lamps

9. The greenery has not quenched a source of life
Except roses from the water, the spring of your life

10. The honey of witnesses is not comfort
And beauty of splendor only your virtues

11. So listen within yourself to the favors
In succession in your instruments

12. Be one in the land of Najd, lovers of Salma
And make the singers some of your limits