The beautiful Moon saw the Sun rise. The King Whose name is ... What do the clouds tell me, those clouds of your dark circles?
What do your pale cheeks tell me, your noble pecs, serious boy?
What do your brown eyes tell me with the tenderness of dawn? when Allah made your eyes, he was inspired by the most delicate iridicent amber color when your parents heard your crying, the Sun illuminated the desert.
The King of the Emirates was born.
With your tears of welcome to the earthly paradise, angels transformed them into the most dynamic cosmos of the universe.
Your nostalgia, your voluminous longings and the carelessness of your white suit tells me I still miss you girl.
Oh! I listen, when you play with laughter, an allegro who warns me of the sky, and I glimpse, when the tears flood you.
In the lakes of your calm eyes, the stelae of the nao of my soul that sails in the cosmos of your blood. LV