That I'm the best among those who came
I am the one that the blind reads my literature
And the one that the deaf hears what I say
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At a time when others are watching by tormenting themselves
The horses, the night and the desert all know who I am
As well as the sword, the bow, the feather and the ink
That you were looking for us but our imperfections you don't
Find
Your claims are not accepted by God or by the hospitality
Our honor rises far from your suspicions
And I remain a star even when I'm older