A Land Uknown
O’ my Djibouti you sight nothing like a sky
Your ways far more old than the sea beds
If words be told, why then spoken mute no
If signs be cajoled, your days be flourished
You have seen variant colors, red, blood
But no tune or thy oil land rejoiced thee
And in many forms invoke thy true past
Yet thy splendor culture ever prolong
That even the farthest man urge a visit
My Djibouti when you breathe, thy sand skid
And yet by Allah, you deepen my love
As long as the wind of Joura blows a tune
Your existence will always be in love
Like the years of an unknown star
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