Our land, our security, our livelihood and our soul.
On you we spend our lives and build our home.

O our tender security, O heart, O eyes
How centuries have passed and the sustenance you give us

You have given us good things like water and plants.
You never said, "Give," but did you see our response?

The wind and water are polluted.
Woe is him, Mother, by our wickedness and ignorance.

In your emaciated face and sickly body.
I see in you the evidence of the blackness of our deed.

The forest and the birds and the whale in the seas
They knew no pause from saying, "Lord, Lord.

Let us, my brothers, heal the wound of the environment
with diligence and cleanliness and rejoice, Mother.



	Mohammed Makram
	Dammam 30-12-2007