بخش 8 - ای فرزند صحرا

When all the desert sides were bright from dawn, From tree a bird tuned to a youth in lawn.

O desert’s son! leave thy tent with haste, You lead a dull life which lacks journey taste.

The Truth chose Arab for caravan’s lead, On faqr since he tested his own self’s breed.

If the poor’s content with envy is green, His growth can upset the whole world’s scene.

Those nights had the uproar for future’s dawn, Being lit up with light of the Sinai’s lawn.

Thus the desert life made their brawns and brains, Arid nations arose Crom those desert lanes.