Claude 2

  1. نتألّمُ في ليل ِالمِحَن ِ

    ونذوبُ على سفح ِالزَّمَن ِ

    We suffer on the night of ordeals

    And melt on the decline of time

  2. نَنْسابُ لحوناً مُرهَفَةً

    ما بينَ المِلَّةِ والوَطَن ِ

    We flow colors exquisitely

    Between creed and homeland

  3. غنينا في الصَّحْو ِوقُلنا

    وكتبْنَا في عين ِالوَسن ِ

    We sang at dawn and said

    And wrote in the eye of time

  4. من أرض ِالغبراءِ عَدَوْنَا

    بالحرفِ إلى قلبِ اليمن ِ

    We came from the dusty land

    With letters to the heart of Yemen

  5. وخرجْنا من قَفَص ِالدُّنْيَا

    كخروج ِالروح ِمن البَدَن ِ

    And we came out of the cage of life

    Like the soul's exit from the body

  6. نَشدو فنُشِّيدُ تاريخاً

    ونجوبُ الأرضَ بلا سكن ِ

    We compose so we eulogize history

    And roam the earth without residence

  7. صهواتُ الشِّعر ِمَنازِلُنا

    وظهورُ البهجةِ والحَزَن ِ

    The plateaus of poetry are our homes

    And the emergence of joy and sorrow

  8. فالشعرُ مشّقةُ من عَقِلوا

    والأرضُ مُقامُ الممتَحَنِ

    So poetry is an ordeal for the rational

    And the earth is the abode of the tested

  9. شُعراءَ الأرض ِهل انغمرتْ

    جمراتُ الصحوةِ في الوهنِ

    Poets of the earth, did the embers

    Of awakening drown in weakness?

  10. شعراءَ الأرض ِهل انسلختْ

    مدُن الأحرار ِمن المدن ِ

    Poets of the earth, did the cities

    Of the free secede from cities?

  11. شامٌ يتمزَّقُ في شام ٍ

    عدنٌ يشتاقُ إلى عَدَن ِ

    A Levant torn in a Levant

    Aden longing for an Aden

  12. وخليجٌ يبحثُ عن وجهٍ

    ثانٍ للبيع ِبلا ثَمَن ِ

    And a Gulf searching for another face

    To sell without a price

  13. وشهيدُ القدس ِعلى صَدْري

    موؤودٌ يحلُمُ بالكَفَن ِ

    And Jerusalem's martyr in my chest

    A beloved dreaming of shroud

  14. قد جِئتُ من الماضي حُرّاً

    لكن الحاضِرَ قَيَّدَني

    I came from the past free

    But the present shackled me

  15. أبكي أتمزّقُ أشلاءً

    باليأس ِفمن ذا يجمعُنِي

    I cry, torn to pieces

    With despair, who will unite me?

  16. من ذا يتفحَّصُ في صَدْرِي

    في رَأسي, من ذا يفهمُنِي

    Who will examine my chest

    My head, who will understand me?

  17. يحصُدُني قَوْمي وا أَسفي

    من أرضي, من ذا يَزْرَعُني

    My people reap me, oh my sorrow

    From my land, who will cultivate me?

  18. عَلّمَنِي حُبَّ الأرضِ أَبى

    يا ليتَ أبي ما عَلَّمَنِي

    My father taught me love of the land

    I wish my father had not taught me