As the battle lines are arraigned

And the hearts are seized by the ardha

The swords are sharpened, red from blood

And thirsty for battle

As the hearts are thirsty for fame

You spoke

And the poet's word decided the battle

Nothing remains

But surrender

Your word resonates in my soul

Striking its chords on the nay

One with its basic tone

And cruelty surrenders to compassion

To be defeated by you is an honour

As the nightly Adhan radiates

In the starry heavens of Sham

And night envelops

The black tent of my dreams

Your voice is like pure milk

To nourish my heart

The precious white steed's first milk

The pearl of the reef

For which I dived losing my breath

Torn into feverish depths

I was absorbed by the sea

Of my own waters

And my barge sunk

Into the skies

Where the bird of fate is a seagull

A nightingale

And a sparrow

And where the pough carresses the soil

Of villages whose names vanished

But never their agony

And never the roughness of the fallahin's love

Whose tenderness is silence

You turned my heart into a warming smile's dew

And my love into a weapon

Which no tank can resist

You made my anguish surrender

To the comfort of your song

And the starless night's coldness

To the thousand sun's of your heart

Surrender

Surrender

At the fading of Solomon's hour

The moon of Asmara

Greeting Sana'a's dawn from afar

Fills the tomb of my heart

With your scent