1. This dancing, graceful morning
Charms fluttering, magic weaving

2. And delights, no sooner do you see
Its beauty than another scene tempts you

3. Dawn pours on the slopes and prairies
The garden sips the dew and chirps

4. The flowers hug the rays as if
A mother kisses and lulls her child

5. In the festival of light dawned upon the horizon
A feast crystallized by radiance and bloomed

6. In throngs that nearly twitter from beauty
The accession feast, inform your country lending an ear

7. Ask where is its bliss? Does it exist?
It passes and comes while the country and its people

8. Remain in your eyes as you knew and covenanted
O feast, speak to your oppressed people, when

9. Will it be sated? And will it be sated, where is the spring?
Speak, for in your smile is good tidings

10. National, and on your forehead an appointment
Why the silence when half your people here

11. Suffer.. And half are displaced in nations?
O feast, this people, its genius was humiliated

12. Its talents folded in somber darkness
The intellectuals vanished as if

13. A dream scattered by gloom and vanished
The people have a day that rekindles their wounds

14. In it, and casts off the settled settler
Though you see it in tranquility..

15. Behind tranquility, wrath and rebellion
Below the ashes, an embalmed ember

16. And from the ember, a flame ignites
No, the South's wound and sorrow did not sleep

17. It flashes in hearts like thunder rumbling
No, a people did not sleep.. whose chest burns

18. A wound laid on the flames of agony
A people wanting but not attaining, as if

19. Bound in shackles.. fettered
Welcome, o storm of events, they

20. Echo life's breaths in the living
If events shook a frozen boulder

21. It would rumble and thunder, melted by flames
Between South and its land's thief

22. A day recorded in blood and eternized!
The people stronger than the unjust's canons

23. More intense than iron's might and more stoic
Right makes the roaring army kneel

24. And blunts the sword's edge, made docile
Death does not pardon the coward, nor spare him

25. While the martyred rebel lives on
Oh woe when the curtains of injustice fold

26. And tomorrow exposes and disgraces them!
Tomorrow glory will know we are a Yemeni nation

27. You are north, and a glorious people are south
The world will know, will know it is

28. A people accustomed to crushing tyrants
Let the colonists write in their fury

29. Let them be ashamed, let the colonized be defiant
The accession feast, did you hear a poet

30. There promising festivity?
So, may God protect you, accept my acclaim

31. Though the anthem cried out and the chanter wailed
Forgive me if sorrow tinged my tune

32. For the wounded may sigh in their song