إِنَّ القُدودَ عَلى تَأَوُّدِها

فَتكَت بِكُلِّ مُقَوَّمٍ لَدنِ

The cords of her affection have ensnared every supple one,

And I see the dress of the Turks has left neither

وَأَرى لِحاظَ التُركِ ما تَرَكَت

قَدراً لِهِندِيٍّ وَلا يَمَني

A portion for the Indian nor the Yemenite.

O withholder of the poverty of your lover,

يا مانِعاً مِن فَقرِ عاشِقِهِ

زَكَواتِ حُسنٍ أَنتَ عَنهُ غَني

From the purities of a beauty you are without need.

Follow your beauty with kindness to us,

أَتبع جَمالَكَ بِالجَميلِ لَنا

ما أَليَقَ الإِحسانَ بِالحُسنِ

How appropriate is benevolence to beauty!

Harshness from you is a known trait

الصَدُّ مِنكَ سَجِيَّةٌ عُرِفَت

مِثلَ السَماحَةِ في بَني يَمَنِ

Like generosity among the people of Yemen.

A people with whom wealth spends the night

قَومٌ يَبيتُ المالُ عِندَهُم

في غُربَةٍ وَالمَجدُ في وَطَنِ

In estrangement, while glory is at home.