to you, prince of believers, message
From the west it settles to the east
I seek refuge in you from God that you see
In front of me is the wing of the Muslims for the immoral
the two parchment mail was lent loose,
palms up, loosening the structures
mourned justice, east of the country, be worthy
We, And the people sold, then Daniq
He has a wicked spirit in him
with his other mischief and the sting of a thief
That’s what he called his boys to calamity
I made him alone with the ash without the teenager
androgynous weddings, not a singer
Boys’ trust, not burdensome
irritates the stinging mule of his dog
And his testicles are delighted with the cry of the parting