Welcome, my beautiful crescent moon
You who drag your long garment
A squadron of stars, each star a white brush
Like a silver chariot on the runways of heaven
Wandering like a wandering lover
Do not stop traveling
Or your long walk
Say hello to the forests, rivers and mountains
Say hello to all the children you meet
who have fallen asleep without dinner
Without a kiss on their cheeks or a smile or a tale of supplication
The sick they did not drink medicine
Those who have been displaced
from their homes to the open air.
Those who have been orphaned, tortured, and accustomed to asking
whose bodies have been disfigured by our foolish wars.
Put a kiss on their foreheads and tell them I love them
from the deep, deep depths of my sweet heart.
And tell them don't despair.
Don't raise to death for a moment
The white flag
Surely together we will defeat the darkness.
We will vanquish the sad, black nights
And know this, heroes
that great hardships refine men
like a true jewel.
Be assured.
Things will work out
As we meet in our differences, we sing the song
That we love to live in the bliss of brotherhood
We end our long disagreement
We repaint our land white
as pure and beautiful as your beautiful face.
My authentic crescents
Patience! Slow down!
Elders.
Don't spill blood.
Don't make our days a black maze.
Don't slaughter on our account
the future generations.
Don't waste money.
Don't sow thorns in our paths.
Don't sow hatred in our hearts.
Don't make our sky and land red.
Don't make our souls sterile desert
Don't make our palms the lightning of annihilation
Come on, leave us alone. Enough exploitation.
Don't spoil the virgin innocence in our heart
We want someone to love us
for our weakness and helplessness.
He wants us children
He removes from our hearts the suffering
Remove from our backs the burden of misery
He reaches out towards us
with white palms.
Without a favor, he relieves us.
His eyes, like his heart, surround us
with forgiving mercy.
With heavenly mercy
With mercy, mercy, mercy

"Mohammed Makram Omar Balaawi