1. What is with your face, O Aiban, so sullen?
You, Aiban, are pride and nobility

2. What is with your gaze, O Aiban, so downcast?
Your gaze was like the dawn, boundless

3. Who sold your eyes to sorrows, O moon
Whose light the lovers wrote and drew from?

4. Who mounted the back of this free steed and handed him
To shame.. A Yemeni sword.. And it trembles!

5. The clouds were a farm on your eyelids
Where is that loving farmer now?

6. The dew branches were like sails
And today your body is riddled with bullets and rot

7. A sword on the shoulder of history a Iraqi hand sharpens
An Iraqi hand generous with what it possesses and austere

8. An Iraqi hand that gave what it found
While rancor did not stint what Najaf possessed

9. Aiban, who will convey my questions to the loved ones
Perhaps after this shame they will stand

10. Perhaps Aiban will bow his forehead
Perhaps the hidden days will be revealed

11. Perhaps Sanaa will settle our poems
Sanaa knows but how will she admit?

12. Sanaa like you, Aiban, is steadfast
Despite what they said and strummed

13. Sanaa is a southern passion we wrestle
For the love of Sanaa is not what shells gave

14. What can we say and what can so you believe
That passion is beyond what we express and describe?!

15. And how can we send trembling yearnings?
And how can we do justice to whom we love and pair with?

16. And this is the story of our whispered love
A heart despite its sighs dries up

17. It was said: "O Sanaa you are our misfortune"
And that through you, O Aiban, we seek warmth

18. But the world has changed, so who began?
Its evils and began to frolic.. And swerve

19. Aiban we give and give and hands here
Are open.. And the homeland's guards did not weaken

20. You knew our love to be pure.. And apologies
For perhaps the people's doom was not familiar

21. "Sanaa" disparaged without reason.. Or language
An unreasonable phrase in the name of self-aggrandizement

22. What can we say? We have a path you will know
Sanaa, the paths of love have no curves

23. And Layla will regret her stances
In a time when excuses and regrets are of no use

24. The measure may be skimped but against us they gathered
O Sanaa's face, the skimping and the sieving

25. With our love, O Aiban, we are an epic poem
Strange to all people, we differ