1. Stop and reflect like one who is suffering and contemplating
At Ma'rib and look at me O friend

2. Those dwellings, landmarks, and meadows
And gazelles' playgrounds and lovers'

3. A homeland that seems to my imagination
In remembering it, remembering the first era

4. An era we cut off while we were boys
Who did not ask about the approaching gloom

5. To God belong the days of youth and its madness
And its arts and its branches have not withered

6. I wish the matter of my youth would return to me so
I may complain to the past about the future

7. O Saad visit the land of Ma'rib in place of
Me and walk in it a walk of reverence

8. And if you look at the ruins languidly
Stop and weep from the memory of the beloved and the abode

9. Wadi Al-Ma'rib is honored in souls
Especially in the time of the approaching spring

10. When its sword was dyed red
They sent it the polishing stone by the breeze

11. Since the sound of its flowing made the branches swing
It inclined to it and dotted it with jewelry

12. In a garden the breeze flirted with its cheek
So it was smeared by perfume like the palm of a perfumer

13. The dew slept embracing it so it clung
To its train to ransom it from one who moves on

14. It spread its armies of beauty around it
Like tents that gleam like brides adorning themselves

15. The branches were rejuvenated with youthful gray hair
And beside the grayed branches their gray did not diminish

16. The clouds weep for it and the land smiles
Two opposites like the deed of my brother the youth and the mature

17. Its valley of bounties and its gate of youth
Protect its resident with perfected bliss

18. My heart for the blue-eyed one has inclinations
Who became accustomed to blaming and to the blame of the misguided

19. O reproacher, be forgiving in loving her
The shirt wears out and in it is the scent of the woven robe

20. If I visited her I would open the gate of her heavens
And I say O soul be reassured and enter

21. Hearts to hearts are longing
I have reminded it of the continuous sweet nectar

22. Its flowers, birds, joy,
Palaces, houses for one isolated

23. God decreed my travel from its land
O heart do not perish in sorrow and forbear

24. I wish my people knew of my blessing
But because of parting from it, it was incomplete

25. I swore if it spoke it would express its longing
Toward me like my longing toward it and it would be devoted to me

26. Why does it not devote itself to the tear of an eye that did not devote itself
And hurting organs and a long-suffering state

27. My death in it is Husseini and your blame
In it is Yazid while with me it is Ali