My address is my poetry, my name in its meanings
And the first line I composed became my birthday
If you want my tale from beginning to end
My poetry is my tale, told to whom I wish
And my mother is the UAE, born and raised there
And my father, my ancestors’ glories and their reputation
And my brothers are the billion Muslims in their lands
The Qur’an and the Sunnah my nourishment
I live my trials and my joys with no intention of concealment
And my greatest concern, Jerusalem and a child near by calling
Shakes by his cry a land that Zionists seek to erase
From history, as the world stands idly by
And the days are my teacher, and teach me their nights
No virtue in one who receives without giving
And Zayed, my ideal, Zayed and Zayed who earns
His country prestige, by his name it prospers always
And my soul, Mohammed the valiant, son of Rashid, nurtures it
With his poetry and thoughts, I build, by his glory, my own
Raised me in generosity, grace and safe keeping
My country, my first love and I have no other country