Shadow of God – A certain Sultan Selim,
Turned deaf to a weeping Cordoba’s cries,
Ferdinand demanded lands
Isabella elegantly exiled;
Since 1503 Andalus has been lost
While we walk with somnambulist eyes;
We were once gods sitting in our paradise,
But then, cursed we, were conquered by desperados;
Now, everywhere run the charges of Coronado,
Like Cordoba we are victimized;
As we wait for our saviors,
We must somehow pass the time;
Life sure seems despised,
When each minute is bought by suicide;
Ameer, true, the roses have lost luster,
In clusters turning pale and white,
The wine in your veins truly tastes bitter –
But, from your lips slip Abdul Muttlib’s sighs
(the first to turn tail and take flight);
Ameer, seize your sorrow, cease your baleful cries,
No Ottomans came to Cordoba,
No Mahdi is coming this time;
The blistering nails in your strapped bombs
Won’t counter Coronado’s crimes;
Spilling blood in the vineyards,
Won’t make any less bitter the wine,
The showers of blood from slashed wrists,
Won’t convert blackened roses to Sanguine.