Ode To My Pearl of the Orient Seas

Traveling miles to the desert coast- free golden Arabia. I felt the snowy humid air, her dusty wind. Encircled with her thousand luxury cars, I begun to miss thee; motherland. O thy palms so sturdy and luster green That smiled at me, sited in a warm cushioned floor. Let thy beauties drive me home, To the breeze of summer wind and her marvelous rains. To thy tallest structures of concrete sandstone That keep the dust out my breathe. Let me sleep unconsciously and free, as if I'm inside the safety of the hut of my dearest ancestors. To thy mountainous desert sand, Let me travel thy terrain without exhaustion. For my motherland whom given me sweetest memories; Caressing the lonely heart full of my tears. Let the sadness of thy maiden, inside that mourning black gown; Never make my ladies and women fade. Let thy closed heart open the promises To the smiling eastern world; to our fair cultured love. O hold me, they called purest creation- Made the most important and beloved by god. Through my heart that speaks for thee; We live the love inside our hearts, For bountiful happiness and joy. For I know, even if I'm within the longest line- this widest roads, The end will not come unconsciously in time. Hope to hold her hand and find her comfort and smile, Beloved motherland; Splendor of my views and unending devotions. Be free as the stars in the sky.