it is the shame of arab history, say that no resolution has been cut, laila maadra , how a boy with twoll be insurance, the night of khaybar will be second again , the fear of sedition, which sifts the night and cleanses it. say from the holy of holies, the blessed generation, that the wounds are not our astonishment and the sermons are long, the path of our zeal is still in our hearts , there is still the first flame behind our prayers, the voice of amen is still behind our prayers. the shadow of this love is over us, hazrat sadiq is still our mother. i swear to the noise in the silence, i swear to the night the laughter of qanoot swears by insanity, by this professional intellect , swears by breath, swears by the rocket company, see that the thunderbolt of the storm is coming, the sound of khaybar is heard. i swear by the swamp of the fingers, which is on mush , the effort of the enemy is the end of the carcass, god has spoken his will to the front line, i swear by the era of the jewish effort , it is in vain, news has come that the spring season is near. the lord's promise is near, t