A message to the Sudanese people
O our people, O father, love us
O you who gave our hearts your authentic stability
Here is the long short message
Here's to you from the dungeon where the classes are quarreling
To you despite the nose of every gun
And barbaric hatred
And a naughty word.. To you, love, peace, and greetings
May you always be, O father, our beloved and our chastiser
Well done, dad
We did not follow our desires as if it were Abel who did not care for me
How much he became deceived and lost in his ego
He wanted blood to flow
We are just as you knew, father, thanks to your generous grace
The fiercest men when we resist
We die without compromising
We trample every oppressor
We open the chests for heavy cannons
Hence your comrade sons swore in your great name
platoon platoon
To avenge the great cry of motherhood
For a beautiful girl... she took a short breath... and lay dead
A bullet in her side and a stab in her heart
She didn't live long
But a million like her will give birth to struggle
Father, it's true
How many gardens have been opened on their ruins?
How many places has a palm tree fallen? Its core has risen and increased in height
The most beautiful children are coming hour after hour
Their eyes are brighter than ours
Their chests are more spacious with what they are endowed with
And when they grow up, Dad
Their swords increase your long swords in length
Because the seed of life is not lead
Because the seed of life is not lead
Oh Pahlavi, hold tight
Don't fall
We eat from those who do not shepherd
And relax your hearing
Be careful and be careful of everything
Keep staring, don't be afraid
If you break a tree deal
Go and get away
Let's walk
Could be dangerous
Oh Pahlavi
Everything was shot
For every breath that passes, it does not take permission
On an unauthorized word
Flag of the country's birds writes the device's reports
The flag of city windows, the flag of village lanterns
And all the corncobs
Let the ants enter the ranks of informants
Let the spray write device reports
The people are most tired in Qazaz
Focus hard on the hungry
Focus if you can or even as much as possible
I deprive all the hardworking people of the seventh land
Stoned, stoned
Coming from the night star
Sourced from the sea root
Write off and do not accept any excuses
What morning?
The wings of the wind clipped
Freeze the lifelines
I deny hope
Alfie discovered fire
And division of labor
You may have received sanctuary, Pahlavi
You woke up to the muezzin and your condition is sad
She stole and stole the evil
A king's camp with a skewer and slippers
His shoulders are wrapped in the thickest ropes
And change you with sorrow all the grains
Jamal steals and runs away
In his name, trucks cascade, bridges cascade, mountains compete
His Excellency is managing his daily affairs
Spray the garden and stack the chairs
Between Al-Gwani and the resonance of the pentagram
When you see him, you say he is a diplomat
He goes on and is satisfied and guides the impossible
Also, if you notice his conservative friend
They said the observer's eyes compete with the real riyal
Your friend steals a sponge and a sheet
And others steal the sheep of heaven
And there is someone who, if you believe it, will steal a state
This is the origin of the story and the necessity of the struggle
Struggle is necessary
The new Kosh will continue to complete Mahjoub's poems
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