O my grandson Obaidan, you have been rise as a dawn.
Beautiful dawn lights all our hearts.
You are all my heart and sole, you are my grandson.
Your love increase and will increase all the time.
O my grandson you are the rising love in our hearts.
You are the spring in every mountain and valley.
I hope that you will live a long and happy life.
I present to you my son all my love.
(I wrote this poem in Arabic and this is its translation. Rasheed Alqahas,
Saudi Arabia, girnass@hotmail.com)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem