هَبي لي نَيَّ زَورِكِ وَالبَواني

هَبي لي نَيَّ زَورِكِ وَالبَواني

وَأُمّي مَسقِطَ النَجمِ اليَماني

وَأُمّي مَسقِطَ النَجمِ اليَماني

Grant me the fat of your breast and ribs,

Give me the blossoms of your garden and joys

And head toward the setting-place of the Yemeni star.

And, O mother, native land of the gracious star,

فَإِنَّكِ ما رَعَيتِ مِنَ الفَيافي

فَإِنَّكِ ما رَعَيتِ مِنَ الفَيافي

طَويلاً ما رَعَيتِ مِنَ الأَماني

طَويلاً ما رَعَيتِ مِنَ الأَماني

For you have not grazed upon the wastelands;

You have never pastured among meadow-flowers

Long have you grazed upon hopes.

Long have you not savored the hopes