Song of Women

The palm tree grows and flowersAs she sings softly my soul retainsHonorable ladyCompassionate and delicateThe Argali springs and flies in the mountainsHer fondness melts me languidlyHonorable ladyCompassionate and lovelyThe birds sing and tweet in the blue skyThey are happy and joyful in their soulsHonorable ladyCompassionate and mesmerizingWith the precious words of your forefathersWith the milk blessed road of your mother’s, the true pathWith the power of love for your motherlandHave a fighter spirit in your body, be steadyAs if you were a sword with a sharp bladeAs if you were an arrow ready to shoot, spring and fly, ride and rise