1. The winds of passion stirred you to forget
That by Jordan's shore their breeze bears poison

2. While you and I are lower than a tent peg
Among the vile who stable disgrace and reside

3. The people are lost to them, more abject
Than a filthy beggar extending his arm to the base

4. They exploit his misery to profit themselves
With the immunity their wretchedness and bounty allows

5. Let passion's winds blow you back to yourself
A pasture where your nostrils find pride

6. In Nejd where glory's shade still lingers
Catch its scent through the elder and youth's nose

7. O Public Prosecutor of our afflicted banner
Its stigma no matter how specified stays general

8. Leave the crime be if its occurrence was secretive
Seek it and you'll find it governmental

9. A crooked trunk my brother's son stays bent
No matter how straight its shadow stands tall

10. Like a pepper tree in your face flourishing
As it always has since olden times

11. Let the winds blow as you and I care
To collect our fixed payday's wage

12. We never knew this doomed homeland had
A wretched government's face to gauge

13. They sold the country and you and I, good sirs
Yet for free to sly pickpockets and thieves