the king

Peace be upon you, King of Yemen, The distance has overcome the inferiority eight have passed without meeting, And there is no superiority in patience over eights And I don't get old in a day pass by. I do not see you and you do not see me…

Welcome to this coming king, you came the coming symptom Submitted, So he wet the soil, and the green of the deserted country God has given you the order of highness, and pride, Be proud, Abu Nahshal Your other glory will enrich my son…

Indeed, the servant of the king, al-Sayyid, has He deviated his two sons, but he did not deviate I said to Satan that there is between them You and me bled: May my life fall for a knowledge Satire