The third one when Saladin crushed the Crusaders in Hittin. He ordered the Crusaders out of my veins, their gold, donkeys, mules and reigns, to their countries take back their pains. A thousand and hundreds four, only spoiled with Zaradicht and, the Zionists in the end, and the Crusaders in between. No one of my family should give up hope. The Phoenix is the bird of my globe.
Time is indomitable, they are naught.
The Arabs are my kin. They bestowed sanctity on me after the Mi raj and Isra . Not Jibus, nor Urushalim, nor Iliya . My inhabitants are the Arabs and the Arabs alone, who my golden Dome adorned, hundred and fifty, with my golden Dome, glittering like a sun on my stone. Holy and noble, my heritage lies in my chest.