Love in times of war

Oh, the daughter of my world,
When I saw your earing fall
To the ground,
It was the heart of the enemy
Which was slain with
No bound.
Oh, the daughter of my world,
Every time I saw your veil striped
A side,
The hell awaits with a 'shush'
For the time.
Oh, the daughter of my world,
It is those slippers you walk
With now and then,
Underneath where resides the soul of those Cruel men.
Oh, the daughter of my world,
Every time your body was dragged
By those unworthy eyes,
The buried swords in the graveyard
Want to rise.
Oh, the daughter of my world,
Let not the worship flee away from
Those lips,
Because they taught me how to read
And write with every kiss.
Oh, the daughter of my world,
Let the cloth cover your head
And your breasts with modesty,
Because it is the book
Which states
The commands with certainty.
Oh, the daughter of my world,
Let the stars fall to the ground
And the moon in your laps,
While I sing for the moment
The song of the end of times.