Nation of sail
Where has it gone and when shall it come?
It's beauty has escaped the corner of my eye.
Gone with its honour as its sweetness retreats,
Woe to us who haven't answered it's cry.
O nation of truth I long for your returning,
Like a stranded man who longs for some water.
But to dust you are that now floats on the sea,
As your foes and opponents continue to slaughter.
The apple of my eye no longer resides,
In eyes that have witnessed the injustice at hand.
Betraying the truth and aligning with falsehood,
Woe to those who would dare to stand.
Where has it gone and when shall it come?
It's beauty has escaped the corner of my eye.
Gone with its honour as its sweetness retreats,
Woe to us who haven't answered it's cry.
Dare to stand in front of our Lord,
While desire has grasped the ends of our mizen.
Like a sailing ship our time has passed,
Over the waves as it fades on the horizon.
Hope is lost for those who surrender,
Surrender their nation in exchange for oppression.
Blood is shed and our tears form rivers,
"But for what have they flowed?" is the saddening question.
Where has it gone and when shall it come?
It's beauty has escaped the corner of my eye.
Gone with its honour as its sweetness retreats,
Woe to us who haven't answered it's cry.
Where has it gone and when shall it come?
It's beauty has escaped the corner of my eye.
Gone with its honour as its sweetness retreats,
Woe to us who haven't answered it's cry.
O nation of truth I long for your returning,
Like a stranded man who longs for some water.
But to dust you are that now floats on the sea,
As your foes and opponents continue to slaughter.
The apple of my eye no longer resides,
In eyes that have witnessed the injustice at hand.
Betraying the truth and aligning with falsehood,
Woe to those who would dare to stand.
Where has it gone and when shall it come?
It's beauty has escaped the corner of my eye.
Gone with its honour as its sweetness retreats,
Woe to us who haven't answered it's cry.
Dare to stand in front of our Lord,
While desire has grasped the ends of our mizen.
Like a sailing ship our time has passed,
Over the waves as it fades on the horizon.
Hope is lost for those who surrender,
Surrender their nation in exchange for oppression.
Blood is shed and our tears form rivers,
"But for what have they flowed?" is the saddening question.
Where has it gone and when shall it come?
It's beauty has escaped the corner of my eye.
Gone with its honour as its sweetness retreats,
Woe to us who haven't answered it's cry.