The poet begins by saying that whoever chants from atop the mountains
has tasted the sweetness of joy and delight in his life.
He praises God, who turns hardship into ease,
for He alone removes distress and opens every closed path.
The King — a sheltering shade for his people —
has seen healing from God, and his people are deeply devoted to him.
They long for his return the way one longs for rain-bearing clouds,
for his presence brings life, just as rainfall revives the barren years.
He prays that no eye may weep on the day the King departed,
flying from Arar Airport to seek treatment abroad.
If the people had been consulted, they would have offered their souls and children for him,
and still feel that such sacrifice falls short of his worth.
Whenever Saud enters a gathering, the poet’s eyes fight back tears,
yet emotion overcomes him and his tears overflow.
He reassures the people: rejoice, for the King’s health is improving,
as the radio has announced the time of his public appearance.
He swears by God and by all creation that his words are sincere,
and that nothing he says contains falsehood.
Their pledge to the King is firm and unchanging,
and betrayal is impossible — God knows what hearts conceal.
He concludes with prayers upon the Hashemite Prophet,
as numerous as the hours, nights, and months of time.