أَلَمَّت خُناسُ وَإِلمامُها

أَحاديثُ نَفسٍ وَأِحلامَها

The stillness and silence grieved her,

The meditations of her soul and its dreams.

يَمانِيَّةٌ مِن بَني مالِكٍ

تَطاوَلَ في المَجدِ أَعمامُها

A Yemenite, from the tribe of Malik -

Her uncles were exalted in glory.

وَإِنَّ لَنا أَصلَ جُرثومَةٍ

تَرُدُّ الحَوادِثَ أَيّامُها

Yet we have an origin, a noble root -

The days roll back according to its movements.

تَرُدُّ الكَتيبَةَ مَغلولَةً

بِها أَفنُها وَبِها آمُها

It drives back the battalion in shackles

By it I overwhelm them and by it I hope.