Out of Aden, blue time issues forth like a ship
That has somehow learned to flaunt mountains
Or perhaps the mountains dispatched one of their kin
To seek such perfumes as the markets now manufacture.
Be blessed, my home, love and fascination
Are almost the same thing, the stout
And brave men of our history,
Will not let us go, their strength remains taut
In the angle of the prow, the cutting of the waters.
Be blessed, my home, love and fascination
Are almost the same thing, the stout
And brave men of our history,
Will not let us go, their strength remains taut
In the angle of the prow, the cutting of the waters.
How wide is this faith-path, this reckoning at dawn?
It is glory to be challenged, to face the storm
To keep the coastline perfectly intact and calm within
While dark waves rush at darker clouds, without
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