1. We suffer on the night of ordeals
And melt on the decline of time

2. We flow colors exquisitely
Between creed and homeland

3. We sang at dawn and said
And wrote in the eye of time

4. We came from the dusty land
With letters to the heart of Yemen

5. And we came out of the cage of life
Like the soul's exit from the body

6. We compose so we eulogize history
And roam the earth without residence

7. The plateaus of poetry are our homes
And the emergence of joy and sorrow

8. So poetry is an ordeal for the rational
And the earth is the abode of the tested

9. Poets of the earth, did the embers
Of awakening drown in weakness?

10. Poets of the earth, did the cities
Of the free secede from cities?

11. A Levant torn in a Levant
Aden longing for an Aden

12. And a Gulf searching for another face
To sell without a price

13. And Jerusalem's martyr in my chest
A beloved dreaming of shroud

14. I came from the past free
But the present shackled me

15. I cry, torn to pieces
With despair, who will unite me?

16. Who will examine my chest
My head, who will understand me?

17. My people reap me, oh my sorrow
From my land, who will cultivate me?

18. My father taught me love of the land
I wish my father had not taught me