Ya'rub (Arabic: يعرب, also spelled Ya'rob, Yarrob, Yarab or Yaarub) is an ancient Arabic personal name. Arab and Islamic genealogies identify Ya'rub as the grandson of Hud (biblical Eber), being the son of Qahtan (biblical Joktan) and the ancestor of the Himyarite kings of Yemen. A similar account places Ya'rub as Qahtan's grandson (Ya'rub bin Yashjub bin Qahtan) and holds that he is the forefather of al-'Arab al-'Ariba ("the arab arabs" or "pure arabs"), who are generally identified with the Qahtanites and its two main tribes, the Himyar and the Kahlan. Some legendary accounts relate that Ya'rub was the first to speak Arabic and that the language was named for him. Shams-i Qais Razi, writing in the 12-13th century CE, traced the origins of Arabic poetry to Ya'rub and he is also credited with having invented the Kufic script.
Ya'rub was said to be one of greatest Arab kings; he was the first to rule the entire lands of Yemen (southwestern Arabia). He expelled or destroyed the Adites, consolidated the empire of Yemen, and gave to his brothers Oman and Hadhrarmaut. His son was the king Saba or Sheba, the founder of Saba or Sheba kingdom, mentioned in the Qur'an.
I was missing my
Little miss misty eyes
She made my life complete
Id been waiting on
True loves sweet surprise
And it tasted so sweet
Oh it tasted so sweet
I could hear
The sound of the love bell
Told me all it could tell
And the sight of
The blue moon rising
Told me all was well
Told me all was well
I was just driftin
As a wind blown wave
Like a stricken ship
I thought I'd never be saved
So far below me
There seemed so much more
Yet a man has to know
What he's looking for
Something unknown
Kept my life turning around
But I couldnt get near to
Putting my feet on the ground
With all that I had
Any man would be glad
But my everything was nothing
So what made me sad
I was missing my
Little miss misty eyes
She made my life complete
I was waiting on
True loves sweet surprise
And it tasted so sweet
It tasted so sweet
Farewell to that same lonely road
Ive seen the last of
That heavy load
No more blues about paying dues
Its time for reaping