1. You recalled the dwellings of Nawazir and Al-Khuzama
My heart almost ruptured with such recollection

2. Sorrow for youth and skill are pains
That ache when the feuds of past are reflected

3. Seeing my change, they panicked
Like a knight whose trained horse shies

4. As if the caravan above a barren valley
Where sailors have spread the sails

5. When I looked upon her hands
The hands of a beauty who has donned the veil

6. Glory unto Abdel Aziz and his great deeds
Surpassing mankind in fame and worth

7. Art not thou a son of the Imams of Quraish
And most generous of them in giving and breadth

8. For Al-Walid entrusted you, a keeper of trusts
Never forgetting bequests or losing their wealth

9. When the caravan calls us, we rejoice
Asking the Majestic to provide you its goods