How many stood upon ruins and blood,
did not heal, from the wilderness of longing, the crazy
some blame, love is victorious
for patience, a source of distress and grief
And what makes you suspicious of a thousand is poured out to me
a thousand, And from a dwelling aspiring to a shkan
eyelid lubricant, insomnia
far away lover, and a emaciated heart
The clouds watered the lands of the valley from the lands
raging passion, And the time of the Ghoor is a time
I found Bani Al-Jarrah, the people of Nada
immersion, People who are pious in secret and in public
A people praised them, and bequeath them
Kusra bin Hormuz, the glory of the Sunnah
You are proud of what they build,
He also called the plateau from two hills or hugs
And it never ceases to be bought in their homes,
Wafi al-Muhammed is sufficient for the price
doers, If we are in their shadow,
What does the rain do in its gray hair?
God you are, You are the people of influence
in glory, well-known flags and sunna
Do you have a hand with which to be praised?
And the blessing of its remembrance is eternal
if you come, He is not the firstborn of your favours,
And your hands did not begin to Yemen
The days of your grandfather’s wickedness
the absence of humiliation, Saif bin Dhi Yazan
He still has defensive horses
stabbing and beating from Sanaa or Aden
You are sons of the earnest grace, we are sons
Who among you has attained great height and honour?
I trusted my earlier hopes,
And my good opinion of the needs with good
by grace, shelter from his magnanimity
to wills, you did not falter, you did not falter
As soon as we come down to a description of his blessings
Vienna, And thanks for what he gave him as a pawnbroker