1. I am here, and crowds have gathered at the doors
Pouring in for holidays and a wedding celebration

2. I am here, O son of Arabia, pave our path
With intoxicating beauty and charm

3. Joy has emerged in it, just as
Maidens emerge adorned for bachelors

4. And longing has flourished in it, and wishes
Like flowers around a flowing stream

5. And in it marched Arabism and life
Yearning and shouting: my youth has returned

6. We planted it with wishes and skulls
So it grew and fertilized the best fertilization

7. And history stares at it as if
Reciting heroism from the lines of a book

8. The meeting of Arabs has returned so shout my brother
For the dawn, and dance around the rhythm of my lute

9. And drink your cups and let me taste the cream of the meeting
And pour the dregs of baseness in my cups

10. These are the intoxicated shouts and wishes
Around me, calling me to the valleys

11. Behind and before me, shouts of processions
And a passion that trills in the mouths of valleys

12. And the flowers whisper in the gardens as if
They are poems of love in gentle rebuke

13. And the air around me, echo intoxicates it
Wandering like one enchanted and confused

14. And the wind, melodies that accompany our march
And the meteors, cups of perfume

15. We have united in passion and destiny
And loved ones have met loved ones

16. Do you see the lands of Arabs how they collaborated
As if Sana'a were in Damascus, my mount

17. And as if Egypt and Syria were in Marib
A banner, and in Sana'a the dearest domes

18. A brother met his brother, so ask them
How was the meeting after long absence?

19. Today I met in Damascus the sons of Abu
And told my family in the alcoves what ails me

20. And told my ancestors, the tribe of Ghassan in the
Plateaus of Jilq, my torment and agony

21. And I roam while the breezes spread their mention
Around me, scenting my clothes with perfume

22. And I shake in the soil of al-Ma'arra a poet like me:
United are his anxieties and my afflictions

23. And I return to ask Jilq about her era with
Umayyad and its opening conquest

24. Scenes from the past whisper to my conscience
Like the whispers of lovers in the tents

25. Let me sing, for Arabism is my meadow
And the vast expanse of its home is my expanse

26. Damascus is my orchard, Egypt my streams
And the cliffs of Mecca my theater and my cliffs

27. And Lebanon's sky is my sky and spring
Euphrates, Tigris and the Euphrates are my drink

28. And the lands of Oman are my lands..its people
Are my people, and Iraqis are my companions

29. But my brothers, Al-Rashid's blood boils in
Their nerves and rages in my nerves

30. Iraq’s people, though long their silence
Their silence warns of terrorism

31. Ask of them, ask Abdallah and Faisal
Their defeat will give you the perfect answer

32. They will not bow their pride to the tyrant nor
Bow the heads of the people to the tails

33. The homeland of Arabism is my homeland, its holidays
Are my holidays, and my brothers' complaints are my wounds

34. So leave my wing where the air of Arabism flies
I came and go, embracing its atmosphere

35. O son of Arabism, grasp my hand
We shake off the dust of humiliation and fatigue

36. And spilled blood, and gathering of wolves
Remind it of the past, perhaps it will build

37. On its lights a pride most precious
Remind it of history, and remember it is

38. The people of civilization, the bright minded
It made civilization while realms were sleeping

39. And time a babe in the cradle of dust
It walked the peaks of eras to the heights

40. And built palaces over the epochs’ dunes
And guided the way to civilization and religion

41. Lost in ruin, never glimpsing a meteor
So when will it wake to the dawn while its day

42. Dawns and disappears like a fleeting ray
O people who tore apart every tyrant and seized

43. From your thieves the awe of lords
And beware of men like beasts cloaked

44. In gowns from monasteries and titles
They have choked the countries, and their tyranny and arrogance

45. Killed all truth and ended all discourse
They did not account for the people, but the people have

46. For those who toy with them the harshest reckoning
The silence of nations over tyrants and their violence

47. Is the silence of thunder within clouds
So beware of men like beasts whose worries

48. Are pillaging sanctuary and boasting of loot
They saw your swift progress so raced

49. To push it back on its heels
They have not done right, nor wrong, but

50. The tricks of the fool and guile of the sly
Say to the Imam: even if your sword is drawn

51. Your good supporters are the evil of wolves
They prostrate to you, but to us

52. They bare fangs and claws
They are emperors on their seats but

53. Elders of the shrine to the Prince
They flatter and reach the heights

54. Through their deceit and most wicked means
With every sweet hypocrisy, it is as if

55. Goodness itself trades in passion and dust
And tomorrow they will burn in the blaze of eras

56. As if they were a mirage’s deception
And Sana’a the new will wake to guidance

57. And grand unity is at the doors