Walks intoxicated with the oryx

Clung to the land until the blood walked until the palm of Allah under the strange swords... Oh palm of Allah bring the shirt of the buried martyr... Messenger to the land standing in the waters perhaps the absent hear perhaps the loyal pirates yearn for the palm... They come for the stolen pearls oh land, oh land do not open a balcony for crying.. Open the fire of your eyes towards the invaders open for the fugitive salvation, open and prepare, prepare for the sadness of the miserable its inflammations in strange seas... Prepare for him a tent that does not lean and bring the dinner of love in the light of your breasts with oil and ginger, for this pursuer, this beautiful martyr, the election of the mirrors.. So, palm of Allah, what do you see on the horizon...! Prophecy of the palm