1. O father of glory, if you intend to depart, then depart for the dew
And for fine clothes and sublime glory, depart

2. Entrust from your lofty mounts a master
Whose praise is plenty though his sublime is little

3. Noble became his deeds like his face
And neither has but the fairest beautiful

4. I have never rejoiced O Khameem before you in a man
Who has gems of his grace and steeds

5. His soul turned away from any ideal and likeness
So he has no peers but the stars

6. Yet he is from a lovely Arabian dune
With glory a branch and generosity roots

7. If the wind of praise shook it, it swayed
And leaned towards hopes wherever it inclines

8. Your time from hardships is the dearest people
Whose measure with the misers is long

9. When my thoughts blamed their honor
It prevented me, for they are your generation

10. May God protect you from the perils of events
And guarantee success in what you seek

11. You remain protected sublime with an ambition
That taught us with the mind how to speak