أَتَدري ما حَوى الشعب اليَماني

بدور دُجى عَلى عَذبات بانِ

Do you know what the Yemeni people contain

In the darkness of homes upon sweet quarrels

شموس في سَما الفسطاط تَبدو

وَإِن غَربت فَمغربها جَناني

Suns in the sky of the palace appear

And if they set, their sunset is my paradise

تَخر لَها الضَمائر ساجِدات

وَتَلثم ترب مَوطئها الأَماني

The consciences bow down before them

And my wishes kiss the ground they tread on

جَآذر دونَها الآساد صَرعى

بِسحر لِحاظها لا بِالطِعانِ

The lions beneath them lie slain

By the magic of their glances, not by spears

إِذا ما رُحت أُفكَر في هَواها

غَدَوت كَأَنَّني قَلب الجَبانِ

When I think of their love

I become as if I were the heart of the coward

سَقى بِالنير بين زَمان أُنسي

هتون الدَمع بَل صَوب الهِتان

It has watered with happiness a time I lived

Melting tears, even provoking passion

زَمان مَسرة تَلهيكَ فيهِ

عَن الأَوتار قَهقهة القَناني

A time of joy that preoccupies you

From the strings the laughter of the jugs