Mishal

Arabic translation: This story is about the origins of Mishal She goes about braiding her hair and goes to carry her sword And the boat sailed with them far from the scent of the homeland A prisoner in the hands of the Sultan Oh! people where is the road to the horse for the water is locked in the cloud And the idea comes shimmering and lights the Karmel and the Coast and embraces the waves So his chains are broken and his wheat stalks dance in their sun The plants are no longer drooping The story is not finished so create the ending and embrace the rains so that the trees can grow