Mohammad Ahmad
11-10-2015, 01:39 PM
Apportion, a portion
Nor laid or mislead
Arab crashes our back
And always yearning in pushback
Heated by sun as camels without cameleer
Sore-footed where are gone
We are in the battle
As it was or as it comes
Fragmented and hardly have oath
Where is the advantage if no respected response?
Our back is our frontier.
our heath is the victor
courageously we go on
That whom gives us help treads on our blood
Here my flag never got spotted
Here my Tigris waving for Euphrates
Still some enemies are surrendered in our marsh
Still our paces go side by side with our march
Here is Sumerians welcome Babylon
Babylon de Grote is heavy as Ars
Plucked out of dirt and smoothed with gold
Some of Arabs are traitors some them are friendless
I welcome the Tigris
I welcome the Euphrates
With each braze fluently comes
With each cheek never missed the sun
As an adored pushed for back and forward
Nor laid or mislead
Arab crashes our back
And always yearning in pushback
Heated by sun as camels without cameleer
Sore-footed where are gone
We are in the battle
As it was or as it comes
Fragmented and hardly have oath
Where is the advantage if no respected response?
Our back is our frontier.
our heath is the victor
courageously we go on
That whom gives us help treads on our blood
Here my flag never got spotted
Here my Tigris waving for Euphrates
Still some enemies are surrendered in our marsh
Still our paces go side by side with our march
Here is Sumerians welcome Babylon
Babylon de Grote is heavy as Ars
Plucked out of dirt and smoothed with gold
Some of Arabs are traitors some them are friendless
I welcome the Tigris
I welcome the Euphrates
With each braze fluently comes
With each cheek never missed the sun
As an adored pushed for back and forward