Κεμάλ [Kemál] [English translation]

"listen" now to the story of Kemal

a young prince of the east

descendant of Sinbad the mariner

who believed he would "change" the world

but, bitter are the "intents" (plans, designs) of Allah

and "dark" the souls of humankind

In the Far East least of places

Once upon a time too long ago

A flask lay down empty

Water moldy all along

In town Mosul in town Basra

Ατ the old date palm tree

Weary now cry the children

of the desert ancestry

Only a youth of chosen legacy

only a scion of royal blood

Shrieks the mourning song of woe

and heads towards the old tree

Bedouin folk stare and wonder

With eyes full of misery

Oath to Allah he now binds them

Yearning years are about thy

Lords high mighty caught a glimpse

of the youth's nigh bravery

Off they go the wrathful wretches

Wolves of envy Lions of sin

Two the rivers trailing heaven

Euphrates and Tigris both

Wide and wild goes the hunting

for the renegade son

On him falls the scourge like rabid

lithe unruly hounds of gore

Tied chained he meets the Hangman

Caliph's vengeful horrid hand

Black the promise milk and honey

of the rushing morning scene

All for giving up his promise

Gasping one last final glee

Figures holding fast the shutters

Pair of camels red scarf wind

Prophet solemnly stands porter

Paradise now welcomes thy

Side by side high and low

clouds gather as they strove

If not only for Damascus's

Soaring glory star of hope

A month and a year later

face they gaze to Allah

Who all knowing and all forceful

Speaks his truth to rash Sevah

My downtrodden dandy

come what may men don't change

Whole cold steel and blazing fire

Realms of men are born to be

Sweet night to thee Kemal

This is how life shall ever be