Your people rejoice at the mere mention of your name, O Saud,
and the nation finds comfort, growing ever more at your generosity.
May your councils remain steadfast throughout your reign,
for you are our pride for as long as life endures.
When Saud is mentioned, existence itself stands present,
the units triumph, and the soldiers rise as heroes.
Columns of men advance like lions,
the Guard, the Security Forces, and the warriors of the infantry.
The army of Abu Mansour, when the fire of battle ignites,
the King’s command blinds the eyes of the envious.
For the sake of Zamzam, the sanctities, and the borders,
we offer our souls and trade life itself without hesitation.
At your call, O our King, we obey,
you protect us, and we stand protected by you.
With the weapons entrusted to your right hand,
we carry strength to the families and the vulnerable.
You are our leader, and we accept your command,
we do not yield to tyrants who envy you.
Your rule preserves your people and their faith,
you are the seat of justice and the foundation of law.
The House of Muqrin, since the days of Al‑Hilali,
their rule stands firm like immovable mountains.
Like stars guiding travelers through the heights,
whoever opposes them finds his eyes dimmed.
The warriors of Al‑‘Awja, generous and noble,
inherited glory from both father and ancestor.
They secured the kingdom—east and north alike,
with cannons, rifles, and soaring aircraft.