كِلانا يُسَوِّدُهُ قَومُهُ

عَلى ذَلِكَ النَسَبُ المُظلِمُ

Both our peoples would disown him

Though lofty was his lineage and descent

فَطِرتُ بِمَنصَلى في يَعمُلاتٍ

دَوامي الأَيدِ يَخبِطنَ السَريحا

I was born in Ya’mlat where notches were cut in palms

My hands forever fighting back the hot desert winds