This is a Military poem composed in honor of His Majesty King Saud | by Sheikh Majid bin Omar bin Rabeean.
O Lord, the One we call upon at all times,
You who send the gentle rain from the clouds,
The One, the Eternal, without partner or equal—
Destiny is in Your hands, and Your watchful eye never sleeps.
With God’s name I begin, may He grant strength,
And to Saud, the honor of the faith, I direct these words.
The Sultan of Najd, a sincere guide to the Muslims,
He stays awake for his people while much of the world sleeps.
A father to orphans and to the young who cannot fend for themselves,
His generosity to his people is vast and weighty.
Like life‑giving rain, he revives the hearts worn by hardship,
His goodness reaches all Arabs—Sham and Yam alike.
He is our pride, our light, our steadfast shield,
And we are his soldiers whenever storms arise.
If he commands, he finds us ready without hesitation,
For his sake, we would offer our lives without regret.
In days of battle and struggle, we have been tested,
Without oppression, without the rigid drills of armies.
At your command we march, willingly and content,
May you remain our strength for all time.
Send blessings upon the Master of mankind, O listeners,
As often as lightning flashes and as doves lament.