Hey, fire, don't spread, don't harm the dangerous flame.
The forests and soil of my country, my heart can't help but look.
Flowers and birds sing and fresh water flows.
The paradise of the world and its paradise is a sun and a moon like the full moon.
Whoever lit a fire in the trees of my country that burns and spreads
He didn't know that I keep it with my soul and in my heart.
O fire, I will extinguish you with my tears and red blood.
The memory of my grandparents and fathers is a legacy of goodness from time immemorial.
My country called out to us with tears and bitter crying.
Be careful not to play with fire and threaten my green trees.
If you are loyal, my son, do not disobey my command.
I swear, Mother, I will memorize verses that blossom with purity.
Your face will remain bright and the smile will remain in your mouth.

Mohammed Makram 3/1/2008 Dammam