أَبَيْتَ إِلاَّ كَرَمَا

دَلَّ عَلَيْكَ الْغُرَمَا

You refused anything but generosity

Your love directed me to passion

يَا ابْنَ السَّعُودِ دم

تَ صَبّاً لِلْمَعَالِي مُغْرَمَا

O son of Saud, your blood

Flowed abundantly for the high goals, passionate

مِتْلُكَ مَنْ قَرْطَسَ أغْ

رَاضَ الْعُلاَ لَمَّا رَمَى

Your rule whom Qartus feared

When he targeted the heights of glory and became fragmented

وَجَدَّدَ الْعَهْدَ مِنْ ال

مَجْدِ وَكَانَ انْصَرَمَا

So time has grown youthful through him

And he used to complain of old age

فَالدَّهْرُ قدْ شَبَّ بِهِ

وَكَانَ يَشْكُو الْهَرَمَا