(for Mohammed Adel Al Sulaiman - a brother, a colleague, my friend)
Up above the clouds you soared,
Feeling ecstatic and jubilant
So proud, so triumphant
You are a falcon
Everyone look at you fly
As they sounded off the bugle
you were then free
Sultans, khalifs, pir-aas and maliks
Feasted their eyes
Maharajahs, emirs and sheikhs
Listen to your reverberating cries
By ancient Arab orators
you are the subject
You are these golden deserts' icon
An amazing symbol, a relic
Among the clouds you soar and glide
Hoping for the coming of the night
With the sterling moon you seem ride
Gracious, audicious, free on your flight.
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