Poetry on the occasion of the glorious Throne Day. from : ʺMy King… The Survival Lamp
prepared by Dr. Amina Radwane, researcher in legal sciences.
Feeling and exercising, love and loyalty, Emotional emotion and attachment to the earth, Society and Guardian, Patriotism, A conscience that interacts with the issues, Of the homeland, Without hesitation or changing attitudes, I love my country, I love my King
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To My King
Good seed from Al-Albayt
To His Majesty King Mohammed VI
King of the Kingdom of Morocco
With my unconditional Loyalty
To the High Level of God
Commander of the Faithful
May God cherish you and protect you
I renew my pledge allegiance
Mohammed VI
All our Pride
All our Honor
Of The Commander of the Faith
We pledged Allegiance to him
King of the country
The voice of Morocco
Beating
The Voice of Africa
Piercing
Right sound,
resounding
Repel loud
Confident tone
Strong willed,
The voice of the Faithful
Without distinction
Voice of the vulnerable
From every direction
Against the delusions
Against tyrants
They ride on vanity
They ride illusion and falsehood
They ride with the illusion of stubbornness
A King
Whom carries the worry of his people
Whom carries the worry of his brothers
And everyone in need
Honesty and Creation
The African continent crowds witness
Who experienced the pure creation
When adversity
And all citizens witness
In the mountains, on the plains
In desert frontier
Along the crotch
A King
Whom is orienting the future
Completes the elevation of a nation
Towards progress
Towards constructive renovation
With firm faith
Without alienation of
The accumulation of civilization
And with the renewed faith
Safeguard interests
From the ancestral legacy
The Human King
Peace be upon you
My King of inspiration
Flaunt with love
With fulfillment
A sea of love
Its waves are always flowing
Oh my King
These are my letters
A slap in the face of the enemy
This is my joy
Resound
Gets the farthest extent
My land has been cleared
From the defilement of the enemy
Your covenant, my Lord
Safe covenant
Shadows the homeland
Over the days and years
From palm oases
To beach sands
From the tops of the beautiful Rif
To the Majestic Atlas
And from the edge of the desert
To the plains greens
To the headwaters of the valleys
Safety, then safety
And safety
Our souls sacrifice you
My King
In everywhere
And in anytime
Recommend us, my King
We block the enemy
We break the vanity in them
On the defending rock of protection
With resolutely right
And the sincerity of faith
Praise be to God
Lord of the Great Throne
The owner of everything
Creator of the sun and the moon
Creator of creation and universes
Praise to God
For the blessing of safety
Under eternal logo
God, Motherland
And the King
I renew the pledge of allegiance
To Mohammed son of El Hassan
Son of Mohammed son of Youssef
Knight of peace
Commander of the Faithful
The Just King
…
And justice,
Justice is the honorable man …
And you are generous,
Grandson of generous
Just say,
Honest,
Strict your sword …
In the right and in the truth,
Hard face …
Corrupt.
Justice,
Dear Shim …
Long as you treasure,
To whom?
Fortress of your wisdom …
For those who take refuge in your justice
He became of the safe ones
As the summer sun dashes
Shines brightly
Clear is your say
Indicated your decision
Sharp your mind
Sober your knowledge
Commander of the Faithful
As long as a sea
Is good
That its waves never stopped
Always tendering
Linked to the flow
By blessings
O descendant of the supervision
Generous branch of the
Honorable house
Branch of the Alawite
To Illusion Sellers ..
…
We are not from;
Children trade oppression …
The plight of the innocent …
Starved by hunger,
And oppression,
And diseases surround them ..
There are camps.
We are not from;
Begging for kindness,
And extort tender,
And he sells pictures of the underprivileged,
Forcibly.
Their faces paled,
Their forces are running out ..
And their pictures were littered …
Begging for sympathy,
And the traffickers …
– Shamelessly –
Distribute their plight,
Drawn on cards …
We are not from;
Shamelessly compromises
With childhood tears,
Not the groans of mothers …
We are not from;
We hang out at the tables of the people,
May they throw what is left,
Out of their satiety
And they feed off the excrement.
We are not from;
Trade slogans of the struggle,
And rightly so ..
From behind the curtains of lying ..
And you are from,
You trample the dignity of detainees …
In the tents of humiliation,
They fancied them in a mirage …
You feed them an illusion,
And what is the advantage of alms.
Here you are revealed,
And she stripped the winds of truth,
Visit you.
Here it came,
The fog cleared …
And pulling out the rug,
Under your feet …
The mirage of the allegations was revealed
Here are the peoples
Plead for the truth,
For the unity of Morocco …
And the project followed him,
With more confessions …
Succeed for unity,
For a strong Moroccan with his children,
Or wait for you to die ..
After the mirage subsided,
And live,
In humiliation of disappointment and remorse,
And woes ….
