أُبيدُ عَلى التَناسُبِ كُلَّ يَومٍ

كَأَنّي لَم أُجِب بيداً فَبيدا

I am destroyed due to disproportion every day

As if I did not strike with both hands so I perish

وَأَقصاني مِنَ الرُؤَساءِ كَوني

وَكَونُهُمُ لِخالِقِنا عَبيدا

And the leaders estrange me for being me

While they are servants to our Creator

صَلاتي في الظَهائِرِ لا اِصطِلائي

بِهِنَّ أَرومُ زَبداً في زَبيدا

My prayers in the mornings are not for show

Through them I intend to gather foam in Zabid

قَضاءُ اللَهِ يُفحِمُني وَشيكاً

وَلَو كُنتُ الحُطَيئَةَ أَو لَبيدا

God's decree will soon defeat me

Even if I were Hutay'a or Labid

كَأَنَّ ذَوي التَنَعُّمِ في البَرايا

نَعامٌ راحَ يَلتَقِطُ الهَبيدا

It's as if the luxuriant ones in the deserts

Are ostriches gone to pick up seeds