Who is thankful from God, and kindness,
and grace, blasphemy and aggression
By the palace, not by the king of the palace, coming down,
He sacrificed himself for her with a cheerful face
Builds, and outlive the nations that he builds,
the earth is his home, And the people are slaves
What was the fate of a fire that we had,
We all worry the guts are free
Rather, I do not blame a merciful one to enter him
found therefore, And man is man
and perhaps the unfortunate brought wellness
beg, and add good after bad
Don’t break the crown with pomp,
nor be of it for days, compliance
to the Caliph for what the successor had missed,
money money, And by building, by building
optimism people, And their suspicions were strengthened,
and the omen in it, for some matter, clarification
And they believed that the illuminati of fire is the
worldly possessions, And fire is the ruler