From our Lord the merciful
Thanking life is building it
In gentleness not insolence
The earth combines us all
As a mother in sympathy
We must endeavor to maintain it
Above dip of approach
Goodness is to meet
No goodness in shrink
So who wishes right by humbug
Or excessiveness surely is lost
Mohamed Bin Rashed
Oh our irrigated fountainhead
What can I say, and the scope
From your proud purpose
Became the face of cloud
That covered the thunder spaces.
