م ِنْ وَراءِ أنهارِ كُوشَ، شَعبِي المُشَتَّتُ الَّذِي يَعْبُدُنِي، سَيَأْتِي بِتَقدِمَةٍ.
From beyond the rivers of Cush, my supplicants, The daughter of My scattered ones, Do bring My present.