عُصفورَتانِ في الحِجا

زِ حَلَّتا عَلى فَنَن

Two birds in the thicket

Alighted on branches

في خامِلٍ مِنَ الرِيا

ضِ لا نَدٍ وَلا حَسَن

In a drowsy part of the land

With no crops or beauty.

بَيناهُما تَنتَجِيا

نِ سَحَراً عَلى الغُصُن

As they chirped together

At dawn on the bough

مَرَّ عَلى أَيكِهِما

ريحٌ سَرى مِنَ اليَمَن

A wind blew upon them

Drifting from Yemen.

حَيّا وَقالَ دُرَّتا

نِ في وِعاءٍ مُمتَهَن

It greeted and said, "Two pearls

In a worn-out vessel,

لَقَد رَأَيتُ حَولَ صَن

عاءَ وَفي ظِلِّ عَدَن

I've seen around the meadows

And in the shade of Aden,

خَمائِلاً كَأَنَّها

بَقِيَّةٌ مِن ذي يَزَن

Pleasant places like those

Left by the tribe of Yazan.

الحَبُّ فيها سُكَّرٌ

وَالماءُ شُهدٌ وَلَبَن

Love there is sugar,

Water, honey and milk."

لَم يَرَها الطَيرُ وَلَم

يَسمَع بِها إِلّا اِفتَتَن

No bird had seen them

Or heard of them but was spellbound.

هَيّا اِركَباني نَأتِها

في ساعَةٍ مِنَ الزَمَن

"Come, let's go there

For an hour's time."

قالَت لَهُ إِحداهُما

وَالطَيرُ مِنهُنَّ الفَطِن

One bird said to it,

And birds are the smartest creatures,

يا ريحُ أَنتَ اِبنُ السَبي

لِ ما عَرَفتَ ما السَكَن

"Oh wind, you're the son of mischief.

You know nothing of settling down.

هَب جَنَّةَ الخُلدِ اليَمَن

لا شَيءَ يَعدِلُ الوَطَن

Leave the eternal Garden of Yemen be.

Nothing compares to one's homeland."