الزبوبية - ملزومة عبد الرحمان الكافي

Patience is for God, and return is to my Lord. As for the world and its people, they are in my hands. Hope is in the Lord. As for the world and its people, they are all in my hands. All countries, every country, every country. Those who appear and those who remain hidden. With their presidents, their kings, their power. With their crowns, their thrones, they are in my hands. With what is in them. With their presidents, their sultans, their governors. With their fathers, their residents, their judges. With their leaders, their imams, their Lord. With the sheikh of Islam, its judges, its muftis. The director and the supervisor are in my hands. Over the governor. Its rulers and the leaders of every province. The sheikh, the headman, and the one with his money. And the one whose coffers are full of money. The merchant, the farmer, and the worker. The rich people, their earnings are in my hands. More The Lucian And whoever issues rulings, even in the Russian And everything the judge calls a dossier Even the tribunal and the two doubs The state prosecutor, Tunisian or Soussian The president and members, their rule is in my ass Let's not forget The Kahia and his job and the Bash Chaouch Likewise, those who studied and those who didn't And those who wore a fez or a kippah The police, the gendarme, and the Chaouch All government agents are in my ass The scholar and the writer And whoever was employed in the highest ranks And whoever was given a title and started receiving a salary And whoever educates minds and raises them And the teacher of boys in the offices And the well-mannered, their minds are in my ass The Minister of Justice And its director and the deputy of the interior And the sheikh of the city and the president of the association If he were His race is Arab And the Minister of the Pen and the Commander of War With their weapons and their fleet in my penis The arrogant and tyrannical one In creation and the oppressor And the one who rode the horses of the desert And the one who lives in a palace or a small house And the one who preached with lies from the pulpit The politicians' ideas are in my penis The destroyer And the one whom France sent to build The musician and the butcher and the one who plays the flute Likewise the dervish and the poet The sheikh of the order if he appears drunk With his blessing and his rare things in my penis The sheikh and the Talmud And the one who wore antiques or fashion And the one they called the young woman, the one who loved the mother of the disgusting one, the one who is brought down And every hand for kissing is extended Instead of kissing it, we put it in my penis Here Hey, you! And whoever doesn't like it can take it to the police. My Lord created me for Him, His servant. I fear nothing, I am not humiliated, nor do I hide anything. Listen to my words, you offspring of Eve. And if you don't understand, your hand is on my penis. Understand now! The choice of words is a story, not a joke. If you come to me from the side of brotherhood, I am a servant, a slave, obedient to you, raised by you. If you come to me by force, I tell you, I will even consult my penis. I swear by my right hand, I will not submit to any creature, even if it enriches me. Because I am not for anyone, and no one owns my right hand. The oath is "sweeper" in the care of my Lord. Death is only once, you who listen to me. And whoever opposes me can come and talk to my penis. The one who died Rejoice! Death is better than a life of humiliation. Honor in Hell is better than humiliation in Paradise. Death of honor is better than a life of disgrace. This is my thought, with which I composed the melody. I corrected it and printed it with my penis. Abd al-Rahman al-Kafi 1912