Al Bilad newspaper Sheikh Ahmed bin Hamad bin Abdullah bin Mohammed Al Khalifa recites a poem before His Majesty the King on the occasion of the anniversary of the National Action Charter – 2024-02-15 02:21:45

Sheikh Ahmed bin Hamad bin Abdullah bin Mohammed Al Khalifa recited a poem before His Majesty the King on the occasion of the anniversary of the National Action Charter:

In the name of literature, we created this ark for its sake and bought it
And the black hair warns of a wave of mud
As for the harvest of every nut we carried
We protect him from a severe misfortune
Then the sea’s furnace fled and its waters rose
While we were with him and in the middle of water, we were dying
He will be freed from the attack of deficiency
Sorting adversity and gross injury
Good manners and good manners, thank you
Protect Hamad from every sinful evil
Hello, welcome and greetings
Al-Naimi lives in his era
He has a sweet lineage and is very generous with his good deeds
Its origin is a spring in Wael Selimi
A river to conquer, whose master and builder you are
Its dam and its fertile delta are al-Majimi
Rabia’s inheritance, you are his sweetheart and his reward
And from your ashes, I will bequeath to you a great fortune
The king is proud of Rabia and we have seen him
In you, may my Lord preserve your kingdom
He singled you out and shaped your crown with his right hand
I guide you, O Harz of the new heritage
And the glory of your action is stripped of its cloak
And I clothe you, O relief of the weak and orphan
Your help reached the withering of traditions and revived them
Goodness to you, if it weren’t for you, I would have become fragile
On the Day of Awaid, she made the sound with a vowel
Time made her boil intimate
Defining her victory from the toxins of suffering
Except you, while you are in a cold and cloudy place
Victory smiled at you and satisfied him
He did so, and he became your intimate guardian
Your heart would have turned against the opposite, you would have annihilated it
And the valiant core of them turns into my bliss
Towering, it astonished mouths and mouths
In praising you, Al-Kalimi’s tongue gets tired
The poem is true, thanks to your kindness and kindness
And poetry outside your memory is crooked and sick