Barada, oh father of all rivers Oh, horse that races the days Be, in our sad history, a prophet Who receives inspiration from his lord Millions acknowledge you as an Arab Prince . . . so pray as an imam Oh eyes of the gazelle in the desert of Sham Look down. This is the age of lavender They have detained you in the pavilions for a long time We have woven tents from tears God has witnessed that we have broken no promise Or secured protection for those we loveSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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