Some seven hundred year old poetry with new tunes:

Maija Koivula

Death upon your world too shall pass,
The glory of your age too shall pass.

O you whose blade, like a spear, is stretched for oppression—
Even the sharpness of your spearhead shall pass.

In this realm, the roar of lions came and went;
So too shall the barking of your dogs pass.

He who rode a true horse—his dust has settled;
The dust from the hooves of your donkeys too shall pass.

Against the arrows of your tyranny we raise the shield of endurance,
Until even the strain of your bow shall pass.

The autumn wind of ruin and misfortune will suddenly
Sweep over your garden and your orchard as well.

From this caravanserai, many caravans have passed;
Inevitably, your caravan too shall pass.

The wind that in its time extinguished many candles
Will pass over your lampstand as well.

This turn of power has fallen to you—unworthy men;
The turn of you unworthy men, too, shall pass.

- Saif Farghani