July is born again

Guide me to the epic anthem .. Take my hand, two satellites, we follow a star in the unseen. May God revealed to me to follow the doors .. overlooking existence .. I was my prophet, and I lined up you .. and the soul lined up in you .. so that I can have the echo .. and I am the lover and my verse is this poem .. Since the beginning of the creation you write .. bleeding from tears The dreamers .. and a biography of the lovers .. I am the commending of the light .. it is shouting in the eyes of the revolutionaries .. I am green the field in April, .. a wound in the sidewalk is a rowed loophole .. I am in the face of the martyr's face, I am the stranger, .. I came to the world and my time is soon .. Kholoud .. in it you are my poem, and I am the beloved.