Дмитрий Васильев - Медина - Мекка
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All of us citizens, we firmly know
That at the beginning of the seventh century
Under a cheerful green banner
There was a prophet from Medina to Mecca.

Lions growled, donkeys shouted,
And, scourged with swear dust,
Bedouins straight swords
City armor chopped.

And rushed over the army of Medina,
Pancrams flying around:
There is no God, except for a single
And Muhammad is his messenger.

Six messengers in the world are visible,
And the seventh is not worth it.
Was Adam and Nuh with Ibrahim,
Both Musa and Daud with Iso, -

The world has not yet seen this
What gives birth to the land of Arabia.
The horse beats, lifting his head,
Cutting the flame out of gravel.

So these nomads yelled
On trotes, dear short
Behind the messenger of Mohammad,
Young, with a shaved beard.

And the road under him buzzed:
It was sacred.
It was a true thing
For which it is worth fighting.

So let's raise the bowls
For fanfares of the seventh century,
For a happy time, ours,
For the road Medina - Mecca,

For the green fire of Islam
From Khiva to Generalifa,
For twelve holy imams
And the saints of the four caliphs,

For the first span of the road,
For the beginning of the initial atom,
What will stand under our feet
Conquered by the caliphate.