Omar Abu Risha: “When the horizons of my pride and devotion to my beloved nation appeared before me… Leave glory behind you, O Saud, and let every path you tread be perfumed with fragrance.”
When the horizons of my pride and devotion to my beloved nation appeared before me,
leave glory behind you, O Saud, and let every path you tread be perfumed with fragrance.
Look at India — the meadow of goodness — how it has adorned itself,
intoxicated with joy in your presence.