To whom belongs the heights of glory?
To the sons of the nation—
twins of eternity,
we and time together.
Ask the ancestors,
ask the ages—
they will all proclaim: Saud,
the sovereign of the Arabs.
To His Majesty the Great,
to the wise leader of Arab unity—
our souls are his sacrifice,
our banner is guidance,
peace in hardship,
for the crown and for the homeland.
A star in the sky,
a throne built of dignity,
a crown adorned by the loyal,
a glory that shines like flame.
Long live the King, long live the Nation.
Our noble youth follow his path,
guided by the pioneer of valor—
Saud the steadfast,
and the army of Ya‘rub
guarded by the Prophet’s blessing
and protecting the homeland.
O homeland, sing with joy;
O sky, echo the song;
smile upon our hopes and witness
that we are the sons of honor.
Long live the King, long live the Nation.
He crowns the Peninsula with its banner,
embracing Riyadh and the Sacred Sanctuary.
Our palms stand in majesty,
our swords in noble strength—
our King is a crescent
adorning the homeland.
His justice through time
is a testimony before all eyes.
His lions and his gazelles live in safety;
his people and his soldiers shall never be humiliated.
Long live the King, long live the Nation.