Your glory, I could never do justice.
Your glory, I could never describe.
For glory gets its definition from you,
For you are glory personified.
The heart cries,
Thus my chest do I beat.
Hands move to my head,
Your holy body, lonely in the heat.
And now the month is upon us,
The month in which you gave your all.
The month in which tears flow,
In which you made that heartbreaking call.
For soon the the candles will go off,
And soon the rightous will pray.
While the enemy drinks and feasts,
The lovers pray till the break of the day.
And soon Hur will truly be free,
Protected by the mercy of the Lord.
Oh how I wish I was with you ya Mawla,
For I would have thrown myself at every sword.
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