1. God's glory shone on the group
Of lone travelers on their rugged route,

2. As they left the valley of Al-Ghadha, aware
Of the blessed path taken by the devout,

3. And marched on towards Najd, tireless on their trek,
Seeking to attain all they dreamed about,

4. Not passing any spring or watering hole
Without finding more ahead lying in wait,

5. Neither the lengthy road nor lack of friends
Could sway their resolve or provisions running out,

6. Drowsiness poured on their eyes like cups
Inclining them onto their tent poles stout,

7. Their souls nearly burst with irritation
At Najd's breeze or a herald's morning shout,

8. The lofty camels called them when
Whip cracks and hardship began to mount,

9. Pleasant is life in Najd, if not for it
Livers would crumble, depression paramount,

10. Their true determination answered that they
Were people of ideals and virtues profound,

11. God bless them, they reached the shade
Of bliss and the cool of the shady broad,

12. It pains me that they are gone
With the house empty, remote their whereabouts,

13. So I will march to protect the sanctuaries
Between interfering obstacles all around,

14. And traverse every dangerous pass
Even if no guide can be found.