أحِنُّ إِلى البَرق اليَماني صَبابَةً

لأَنّي يماني الدار وَهوَ يَماني

I yearn for the Yemeni lightning out of youthfulness

Because my home is Yemeni and it too is Yemeni

كَأَنّيَ مِن فرط الصَّبابةِ لامِحٌ

أَناملَ مِن مُهدي السَّلامِ قَواني

It's as if, from excessive youthfulness, I glimpse

My fingers from Mahdi Al-Salam's cradle

كَأَنَّ البُروقَ الخافِقَاتِ مُعارَةٌ

حَشى هايمٍ مِن شِدَّةِ الخَفَقانِ

It's as if the flickering lightnings borrowed

The zeal of an impassioned one from the intensity of the flickering