A walk in the fields of khat and death
In the fields of death standing and in the fields of khat, men sitting stuffed with khat in their cheeks.
And sustenance by God is to wait for millions of years.
The people are divided between the sick and the sane.
And the authority with the law all attributes of hypocrisy.
In the fields of death they stroll, and in the fields of khat they watch.
In the minefields, they are lost. For antipersonnel land mines are still planted in their millions.
So, be with the country, O Mujahideen.
The land accommodates all citizens.
Have mercy upon us, O the most merciful.