أحِنُّ إِلى البَرق اليَماني صَبابَةً

أحِنُّ إِلى البَرق اليَماني صَبابَةً

لأَنّي يماني الدار وَهوَ يَماني

لأَنّي يماني الدار وَهوَ يَماني

I yearn with ardent longing for the lightning of Yemen,

I yearn for the Yemeni lightning out of youthfulness

for Yemen is my homeland, and it too is Yemeni.

Because my home is Yemeni and it too is Yemeni

كَأَنّيَ مِن فرط الصَّبابةِ لامِحٌ

كَأَنّيَ مِن فرط الصَّبابةِ لامِحٌ

أَناملَ مِن مُهدي السَّلامِ قَواني

أَناملَ مِن مُهدي السَّلامِ قَواني

As though, in my overwhelming longing, I glimpse

It's as if, from excessive youthfulness, I glimpse

the crimson fingertips of one offering greetings.

My fingers from Mahdi Al-Salam's cradle

كَأَنَّ البُروقَ الخافِقَاتِ مُعارَةٌ

كَأَنَّ البُروقَ الخافِقَاتِ مُعارَةٌ

حَشى هايمٍ مِن شِدَّةِ الخَفَقانِ

حَشى هايمٍ مِن شِدَّةِ الخَفَقانِ

As though the flickering lightning flashes had been lent

It's as if the flickering lightnings borrowed

a lovesick wanderer's heart, so fierce is its throbbing.

The zeal of an impassioned one from the intensity of the flickering