The "Palentine"
Lovers have roses of their own
And we have the passion's blossoms.
Lovers have their own poems
And we have the melody of verse
Lovers have their coyness
And we have the Martyr's grace
Who offered his beloved
The sacrifice musk of blood
With all the burdens he does endure
But he never heaves a sigh
And comes on the love's day
Happy as a sand-boy
With the dreams of a lover
And the red flower
And the first kiss
On the shiny lips,
For an eternal beloved
Whom, despite his exile
,with two shots in the forehead
He will always recall
Lo! So charming is our own Valentine
When celebrated, only, for Palestine
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