Hear my praise in Ka’ab when I prayed
heel, Then praise has no price
a right of poetry at its duty,
So Solomon did not judge him. nor the good
I could not repay you with it, and punched
Egypt and beyond, the bond, Yemen
For caliphate I keep hope, so-and-so
The caliphate is given Najran, nor come back
Have you heard of my calling deaf,
Or are we discussing with you about my wife and age
If I throw you some torch for you
whisper to you, And some of you have madness
Or run in the first ring without a handcuff
you give him up, He is the loser and the unjust
May my tongue never fail
about you, There is neither bad nor good
God bless us, don’t take your eyes off
yemeni spirit, you have a body
I turned to myself and said to her:
your father’s sons, What is the grudges and longing?