1. The lightning flashed at dawn, so my tears rained down
And stirred the wounds in my heart towards Sana'a

2. So my passions were aroused and dwelt within me
My chest was straitened by them and they straitened my patience

3. The nights of destruction clad him in lamentations
And tore his garment of patience, in the place of return

4. And made him weep at dawn the song of a turtle-dove
So there was no more room for me in your absence

5. His sorrows and passions converse with him
But they brought no joy of union or kindness

6. So who will convey from me to the abode and its people
My passions, when for their sake I burned the crops

7. Did the cheeks' eggs and their reddishness
Bear the trust I placed in them, if they understood

8. Ask them about the distant one who has no daytime
That is daytime, nor in his night does he hope for benefit

9. It is enough of sorrow that no passion awakens
To plead the desires of the beloved nor makes effort

10. May God shepherd a refuge in Taiz as if
My soul struggled with immortality to snatch me away to it