1. From the land of snow, sailing to Eden
The wind has deceived me in a bridle without a rein

2. My cup claps on the palm of the one who pours it
For what God has destined for me of his beautiful creation

3. From the land of snow, from the green of eyes with it
To the land of brownness, from a brown one with coquetry

4. From every tender one with plump cheeks
Delicate like a bough of soft banana

5. Oh you charmers! Do the pulling of the she-camels in heat not cease to pull me
Though in my eighties, with desire without tiredness

6. They said: Do you not become alert except upon danger?
So I said: That is from my amusement and my flirting

7. Glory to Him who created the opposites in my nature
Excess courage with excess cowardice

8. I do not fear the traps of the ‘wolf’ lying in wait for me
And I fear the glances of the 'doe-eyed' one full of allure

9. The wind has deceived me, in a flashing lightning
That removes the distance between the eye and the ear

10. I did not know whether it is a time whose miles
Can be folded, or stumbles of age with time

11. By Allah, no home has become far, and if it did become far
How near is the journey from my family and my dwelling

12. Oh youth! Seeing them has allowed me
In any refuge of any refuge

13. Gratitude cannot reach what you confer of generosity
Nor can my eloquence do justice to abundant favor

14. I came to you and my belongings are an abundance of affection
With which the mouths of the eloquent are set alight

15. I confer upon you what you are more deserving of
Than that which relieves an anguish and a sorrow

16. The carrier of dates from ignorance to 'Hijr'
Is like the carrier of poetry walking to 'Yemen'

17. You are safe, oh revolution of 'sixty' in 'Yemen'
Do not cast your resolve as the hand of weakness

18. And do not arouse in the chests of those who believe in you
The regiments of division, whims, and sorrow

19. And do not let a banner wave haughtily for you
With which the eagles sunbathe looking at spears

20. Good is your crop watered with which you are rich
In your virgin land away from the bloodied garment

21. Oh rising of dawn from a day you were promised
If you were not a morning from it, it would not have existed

22. Oh trust of generations taken up
By the patrons of a generation trusting in the banners

23. Hasten your steps to an aim you were created for
And exceed it, do not fear, nor become downcast

24. Your great bounties are what you offered of blessings
And your tremendous glory is what ransomed you of a price

25. The toilers - a century has passed, while they are lions
Shackled and prodded with spears in the spear

26. Nailed with rage seething within them
Than your coast has not seethed with ships

27. Until when the ‘hand’ of time one day turned
At an hour that is the life of the confident, insightful one

28. They stretched their arms that did not erect or soften
Uprooting all the roots of the rotten, decayed one

29. Thus revolutions rise lofty
Growing on creative anger and ordeal

30. And you, oh generation, who its two days embraced
Guard its promised tomorrow, and embrace

31. Oh my loved ones, excuse a stubbornness
From one inspired with arrogance, caught up in it

32. He is adorned that his rhymes are scattered
With which the talkative clap in party and in gloom

33. And if the clinking of the cup enchants me
And the nectar of drink intoxicates me from ecstasy

34. My thoughts will become still upon harm
As if it is the intoxication of the eyes with beauty

35. And my soul is seized while dreaming
With the arrogance of rhymes, the vanity of one enraptured

36. How cheap is death to me when my mouth boasts
With what the daughters of poetry weave of my shroud

37. And how gentle are the nights while they deliver me
On the day of voyage to the back of the rough boat

38. I reckoned as the eagle of the air ascends with me
To the heavens, carried to my homeland

39. How near is the sun from me, but my blood
Does not pray to other than poetry from an idol

40. And I left the stars flowers in the palm of my hand
From them while I fashion odes, chanting

41. I say as old age races me, combatting it
The love of life, and what temptations are in it

42. Two legs carrying ‘poetry’ in conclusion
And two hastening to the next upon frailty

43. From the land of snow sailing to.. ‘Eden’
The wind has deceived me in a bridle without rein