Struggle tags dedicated to the Sheikh and businessman / Ayed bin Raf’an Al Atef Lyrics by the poet / Mishari Al Harim Performed by / Khaled Al Buraik Design by / Mufleh Nasha Accounts: WhatsApp 0501686584 Snap / mf9-11 Telegram https://t.me/mf9111 Instagram https://instagram.com/mf9.11?r=nametag The darkness that persisted on the morning sun Every time it came, it took its time As if it was taking me hostage Under the nose of the weapon Until it narrowed in me The scars of Najd and its chastity are lost Neither the eye slept nor the heart rested In torment that begins Every time I say it’s over, what’s wrong with you, you who say forget and what’s gone is gone If I could repeat the nights, I would count them before I wander In a valley that is not a valley of Nasaah I knocked on it If I knew it was like this, I would leave it There is a slogan whose springs are scarce My mood turned away from it After I tasted it A knock that doesn’t fulfill the matter It doesn’t bear a stage and a drink With weakness, I would not die, I would not drink it, even if it did not come from the clouds upon the pure beauty, even if it was in the palm of my hand, its softness I am not one who pledges his feelings to the master of the sailor I am the kohl of the eyes of my enemies, I do not meet it, I enjoy every time I succeed With the aggression of success that did not shake my position, nor did a believer cross it I do not believe Musaylima nor Sajah And I know that not every lote tree is a lote tree The limit And the faces that hide their humiliation claim friendship for me, but I do not believe it, it does not avoid except for the saying that reached its limit and fell How many times have I pushed my circumstances, nor moved it? And this year, the marks of struggle appeared on my face, which, by God, I wish I could die, I did not show it The Arabs between progress and openness said, understand it, and I began, but I did not understand it, until your brothers, O face of the farmer, brothers, I live and die, I did not change it, I prefer, the eggs will fall to you, in the morning and the evening, wherever I turn my face, I turn it with you, it watered you with a chalice of the most eloquent poems of praise, it watered it until it stopped at you, and its blessing is your star The one in the sky of blessings and glories appeared, upon whose light I watered the most precious poems, my tongue is free and I sing with love and comfort, and the letters are adorned with your name, when you wrote them, you are the son of Rafaan, when the hands of the miserly did not beg, how many hands were shackled with chains, you released them, you are the son of Rafaan, when the morning became narrow and bowed to the sword, the green necks, you freed them, you are Ayed, patience does not go bankrupt and the hidden is revealed, how many stories hung on you and did not disappoint you, O refuge whose wing was broken since time came to you with a set of dreams and you fulfilled them, every day your white right hand shakes the light, you lived, O head, you protected the blessings and did them justice, you swept the chests of glories with determination, sweeping, whenever it became difficult, you carried out the arm and brought it, follow the security of the sword, and more generous than the breezes of the winds, and more beneficial than the panic that comes at its time, my passion wrote his name with his expansion and invasion, praise is renewed for his name, when it is said to be over, if a twaiq stands between his goal, he puts him in a space until the most precious one comes to him The laws are on what I desire from the leaders of Al-Atif Marwin Al-Ramah, pride releases my tongue when I repeat it Al-Atif returned it with the raids and the weapon, majesty, its flag flies and glory does not end, and we are safe from the return of the days, Hajad and Sabah like a judge who has no role in the case, and how many marahs we prevented and how many marahs we left, our camels at the time did not complain from the time, and how many a colonel in the Balajik we said about it and it fell, her voice was not complete and she came out of her silence