I am a proud muslim woman,
I'm the scent of a flower in the household-desert.
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At my gaze no longer laughs the rose,
At the music of my words no longer blossoms forth the flowers
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Rise up Women, rise up like the flaming fire!
Rise up, O wife of the Sun-god,
with the mark of blood on your forehead! ! !
Dangling your tongues all around
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'Where is the Peacock's Throne,
And where the Ruling Role? '
Question the Muslims, with tears in eyes,
And complain to Thee, O Lord of Paradise
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Striding down the road, if ever by any wild chance,
We meet, my dear heart,
Please look at me with those eyes drunk with longing,
Like you used to in the days past.
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Perhaps we shall meet,
Where the bending sky kisses
The green wilderness.
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O you who look so soiled and weary,
Collect your armour for the struggle,
Your rusty shovels, heavy hammers,
To save the earth from dire disaster.
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Anwar. Anwar.
Valiant as you are,
Drive your sword hard,
Kill them all, and annihilate those beasts
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An awakening pervades
The meadows and wilderness
Let not your slumber
Make it go in vain.
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I sing of those-
Who deliver to Mother Earth
The message of fruitfulness and bounty,
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