1. Hold your horses till the flags flutter
And watch what the young men will make happen

2. For Egypt is not morsels for the hungry, like Sudan
But rather it is mortgaged for eras

3. They called me but I was not shaken to endure them
For their people's cunning splits my time

4. I see Egypt, Sudan and India as one
Where Lourd and Vaughan race

5. And my greatest expectation is that their day of clarity
And day of resurrection of creation are coupled

6. When the waters recede from every surging wave
And the mansions of shooting stars fall for the young

7. And era of Al-Samhari and his Lord returns
And every Yemini is judged in Heyja

8. There, recall day of relief and awaken
The slumbering elders who mourn