The breeze that comes over the Mediterranean
Touches one coldly
The winter sky holds the rising sun
But nothing can really hold us back
We, like the migrating birds
Have come in search of a new home
Work begins early
With hope in our hearts
We move like warriors
Towards our dusty chariots
The siyaras* of Libya
Which take us through the winding roads
Dotted with the dancing palms
This journey ends for another to begin
A richer travel down the lanes of knowledge
In the company of sincere seekers;
The pupils of the land
And when they say - assalaam-alaykum
Peace Be Upon You They unfurl the universal wisdom
And make us richer day after day
*youm baad youm Arabic for day after day
*siyara Arabic for car
