1. Yes, I have paused, no more tears
For those homes and meadows

2. To my opal neighbors I shed a tear
A chance with the reddening wound

3. And in the crown of time I composed a pearl
Oh God, what a wonderful creation

4. Noble in description and ancestry she said
Add that we are not the roots but the branches

5. Thus the Judge of Judges stretched the nights
Adorning the crown with sublime prose

6. Upon us from his brilliance arose
The stars of Yemen in abundant fertility

7. He called us, so we separated, and the month therein
Was spring in spring in spring