حَيِّ الدِيارَ دِيارَ أُمِّ بَشيرِ

حَيِّ الدِيارَ دِيارَ أُمِّ بَشيرِ

بِنُوَيعَتَينَ فَشاطِئِ التَسريرِ

بِنُوَيعَتَينَ فَشاطِئِ التَسريرِ

Salute the dwellings, the dwellings of Umm Bashir,

O dweller of the abodes, abode of Umm Bashir

at Nuway'atayn, then by the bank of al-Tasrir.

The children of Ya'tayn by the coast of al-Tasreer

لَعِبَت بِها صِفَةُ النَعامَةِ بَعدَما

لَعِبَت بِها صِفَةُ النَعامَةِ بَعدَما

زُوّارُها مِن شَمأَلٍ وَدَبورِ

زُوّارُها مِن شَمأَلٍ وَدَبورِ

The south wind's breath played over them, after

It was played with by the quality of ostrich after

their visitors had been the north wind and the west wind.

Its visitors were from north and south

وَأَنا الَّذي سَمِعَت مَصانِعُ مَأرِبٍ

وَأَنا الَّذي سَمِعَت مَصانِعُ مَأرِبٍ

وَقُرى الشُموسِ وَأَهلُهُنَّ هَديري

وَقُرى الشُموسِ وَأَهلُهُنَّ هَديري

And I am he whose roar the strongholds of Ma'rib

And I am the one whose workshops of Ma'rib heard

and the villages of al-Shumus and their people have heard.

And the villages of the suns and their people my singing

وَلَأَترُكَنَّ بِحاجِبَيكَ عَلامَةً

وَلَأَترُكَنَّ بِحاجِبَيكَ عَلامَةً

ثَبَتَت عَلى شَعرٍ أَلَفَّ أَصيرِ

ثَبَتَت عَلى شَعرٍ أَلَفَّ أَصيرِ

And I shall surely leave a mark upon your brows,

And I will leave a mark with your eyebrows

fixed firmly upon thick, close-packed hair.

Settled on hair that plaited a weaver

وَمُرِدَّةٍ وَطفاءَ وافَقَ نَوءُها

وَمُرِدَّةٍ وَطفاءَ وافَقَ نَوءُها

قَبلَ الهِلالِ بِديمَةٍ دَيجورِ

قَبلَ الهِلالِ بِديمَةٍ دَيجورِ

And many a rain-laden, thick-fringed cloud, whose rain came

And a rebels' fort, and extinguished was its fire

before the crescent moon in a steady, pitch-dark shower:

Before the crescent in Dimas of Jayjour

تَسري بِها خُلُجٌ كَأَنَّ هُوِيَّها

تَسري بِها خُلُجٌ كَأَنَّ هُوِيَّها

تَحنانُ مُقنِعَةِ الحَناجِرِ خورِ

تَحنانُ مُقنِعَةِ الحَناجِرِ خورِ

gusting winds carry it through the night, their rushing like

A depression flows through it as if its abyss

the plaintive moans of milk-rich she-camels with uplifted throats.

Is the melody of veiled throats, Khor

وَسَلوا هَوازِنَ مَن يُؤَرِّثُ نارَها

وَسَلوا هَوازِنَ مَن يُؤَرِّثُ نارَها

أَو مَن يَحُلُّ بِثَغرِها المَحذورِ

أَو مَن يَحُلُّ بِثَغرِها المَحذورِ

And ask Hawazin who stokes their fire,

And ask Hawazin who will inherit its fire

or who encamps at their dreaded frontier.

Or who will solve its forbidden mysteries