يا صخرُ ما بِكَ هَزَّةٌ لندىً

يا صخرُ ما بِكَ هَزَّةٌ لندىً

هَيهاتَ ما بالصخرِ من هَزَّهْ

هَيهاتَ ما بالصخرِ من هَزَّهْ

O Sakhr, you feel no stirring toward generosity.

O rock, no dew can make you quiver,

Far from it! There is no stirring in stone.

Never shall a rock be made to shiver.

ما ذاقَ خبزَكَ في الورى أحدٌ

ما ذاقَ خبزَكَ في الورى أحدٌ

للهِ ثُمَّ لخُبزِك العِزَّه

للهِ ثُمَّ لخُبزِك العِزَّه

No one among humankind has tasted your bread.

None has tasted bread like yours before,

Might belongs to God, then to your bread.

Glory to God, then glory to your bread galore.