1. What cruel beast does not bend?
What viper's venom is in my body?

2. The screaming, arrogantly, in panic
Is nothing but from the burning of the homeland

3. And the annoying clamor in our alley
Was nothing but the wailing of sorrow

4. So high prices, the beast, a hungry lion
Spreading poverty in the land of Yemen

5. What's wrong with someone who died of hunger when
He cannot even find the shrouds of the burial

6. Unemployed, twisting without work and he wished
Nothing but the dream of tranquility

7. All he possesses in his life
Is the love of his family and hatred of fate

8. He died of hunger, and of worry, and of
The cold of January and chronic illness

9. Burdened in his grave, his inheritance
Is the disclosure of the meticulous debt numbers

10. And traces of tears that were shed
Over a rotten antique garment

11. And structures on his deathbed
Of shrunken ones suckling the breast of ordeal

12. Oh from people who saw his death
And went like a mocking, despicable laugher

13. And how many Qaruns are in his nation
Who died billionaires, died like addicts