: POEM IN OLD FRENCH {medieval} talk:
and I am greatly amused at the call, I still smile ...
In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.
Your ladies admired our triumphant battles,
By launching lilies on the edges of our highways.
humiliate acrobats, although great playwrights.
unnecessary Rebellions of your people who revolt.
Populace raging drunk elixir,
It is not fitting for the people to abjure his Sir, to shake the thrones
the unjust tyrants,
In the path of Prophet magnanimous away.
O glorious steeds warring body and soul! We will go carousing
the success of Islaam.
Massacring paladins and scrap Crusaders.
Fine Flower regraciés lords forever.
O wicked! So long, you've denied. Prisoners
we will up your grooms.
Always be inhabited these memories: When
by our champions, yours were molested.
A fire and blood we reduce your vineyards.
Damoiseaux fornicating in the sheets of your noble. Then
We seized them thrones where you sit.
sang the minstrels of the failures. In
committed all the fiefs of vassals fall. Our right and our
seigneurial rights extend. Pour
we tithe, we became semesters. Since
on your domains, we n'estions welcome. When the fall
Roy of the Earth's Satan. Fleeing
on her palfrey, the peasants feasting.
And stop the beggars, the Lord, to associate, for giving him equal
cattle deified.
: Abu-Hind 2011::
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