كِلانا يُسَوِّدُهُ قَومُهُ

كِلانا يُسَوِّدُهُ قَومُهُ

عَلى ذَلِكَ النَسَبُ المُظلِمُ

عَلى ذَلِكَ النَسَبُ المُظلِمُ

Each of us is made chief by his people,

Both our peoples would disown him

Despite that dark lineage.

Though lofty was his lineage and descent

فَطِرتُ بِمَنصَلى في يَعمُلاتٍ

فَطِرتُ بِمَنصَلى في يَعمُلاتٍ

دَوامي الأَيدِ يَخبِطنَ السَريحا

دَوامي الأَيدِ يَخبِطنَ السَريحا

So I flew with my sword among swift she-camels,

I was born in Ya’mlat where notches were cut in palms

Their forefeet bleeding, pounding their leather foot-bindings.

My hands forever fighting back the hot desert winds