Poems in honour of Sheikh Zayed bin Sultan Al Nahyan

Oh Cloud

Oh cloud, above all others,
Oh sea of generosity, let nothing bring you harm.

Nourishing rain that brings life to kith and kin,
But denies it to your adversaries.

Is pure for your neighbours but not for your foes,
To whom it offers but a bitter draught of woe.

Fearless hand of generosity,
No sacrifice we make for you can be too great.

You ward off all misfortunes,
All dangers banished with no efforts spared.

In your inscriptions in the book of glory,
Every letter betokens honour.

So often did you wipe away the tears of the anguished,
And bless the suffering with your compassion.

As only comes from a hand which holds the lifeblood of the people,
Their voices but an echo of your own.

Too often are the people discordant,
But about you both friends and enemies are of one mind.

Zayed, you are preeminent, the people are ever-responsive,
You protect them from danger and fear.

Poetry elevates the undeserving,
Lowers the highly respected.

But in Zayed's case all is otherwise,
Whose name itself brings honour to the poem.

The henna-wearing one will sing for you,
May you be secure your whole life.

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