I begin by mentioning God, and His mention is perfected,
the highest word belongs to whoever proclaims it.
Al‑Ghawari said in gatherings and assemblies,
a crafted poem presented to all who hear it.
Harbi speaks of battle and valor,
our deeds confirm what our men have done.
We are ‘Utaybah—whenever duty calls,
a tribe that walks with honor wherever it goes.
What bewilders you, O sleeper who understands nothing,
is a force from Al‑Muqrin that terrifies its foes.
Each ruler increases strength when he rules,
with armies whose drums thunder in unison.
Armies marching foot to foot in perfect rows,
from every land, their tongues unknown.
Under Imam Saud, until the banner was raised,
its south returned to its north in unity.
No tribe turned toward Yemen’s barrier,
and the northern people guarded their borders.
Sultan and Mohammed struck the banner down,
with Indian swords sharp in their work.
And the soldier Mansour, commander of the battalions,
like mountains shaking the earth beneath them.
When Mish‘al speaks, his words carry weight,
the fire of war ignited by his spark.
And finally, Faisal—when he ruled,
none could outwit the brilliance of Faisal.
Whoever opposed Faisal tasted the bitterness of death,
he felled nations and brought down their sons.