If I were time and had my way,I'd go back to that wondrous day,
When Yousha and his army won,
And then I'd wish I were the sun.
And as the sun, I'd rise and shine
Upon the folk of Palestine,
Where Isa made the blind to see,
And then his blessed breath I'd be,
To gust with winds and blow around
Until I reach that battleground
And let upon AlBadr rain,
Longing to be a man again.
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