1. I am destroyed due to disproportion every day
As if I did not strike with both hands so I perish

2. And the leaders estrange me for being me
While they are servants to our Creator

3. My prayers in the mornings are not for show
Through them I intend to gather foam in Zabid

4. God's decree will soon defeat me
Even if I were Hutay'a or Labid

5. It's as if the luxuriant ones in the deserts
Are ostriches gone to pick up seeds