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O My Country, Continue Your Epic Whining - IV

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Oh My

O Christ's slain and the cradle of hope
O Goliath stone and sword of the newborn
You will see the glory of Nazareth
And draw the kids' laugh
You get up from seasons
Green leafs in the abysmal land of Canaan
You write with blood and tears
Palestine, our mother and father

O bone of soul, O rib secret
O our day coming from the "Gate of the Sun"
And from the laughter of the fields
You will win
You win
And you cast away evil from the face of the villages
And they release the long Zrrudet Al-Nasr.

O my country
Oh my
Stretch your hands to me
And these memories are mountainous
Your fertile and fertile plains
Despair of waiting
I am tired of sadness and longing
And running on the streets of oblivion
Pain away from you
Keep me away from you
Pain me
More than the blood of the martyr
More than one treacherous bullet.

© 2020 Hafiz Muhammad Adnan

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