O God, the One we call upon at all times,
You who send rain from the heavy clouds,
the One, the Eternal, without equal or partner,
destiny is in Your hands, and Your eye never sleeps.
The mention of God comes first—may He grant us strength,
and to Saud, the honor of faith, I direct these words.
The Sultan of Najd, a sincere guide to Muslims,
he stays awake for his people while most of the world sleeps.
Father of orphans and protector of the weak,
his generosity to his people is vast and weighty.
Like rainfall that revives the hearts of the weary,
his goodness reaches every Arab—north and south.
He is our pride, our light, our steadfast shield,
and we are his soldiers whenever storms arise.
If he commands, we stand ready without hesitation,
for his sake, we write our lives as a small sacrifice.
In days of battle and struggle, we are well‑tested,
without harshness, without the drills of modern armies.
At his command we march, willing and obedient,
may he remain our strength through all time.
Send blessings upon the Master of mankind,
as long as lightning flashes and doves cry in the valleys