O Jinn of the endless sands, Flame-born spirit, unseen hand, Dweller in the shadowed cave, Ruler of the winds that rave— Hear my voice, sharp as the blade, Grant me power, unafraid! From Beit Aghion’s hidden stone, Where the oppressor sits alone, I seek to drag the tyrant’s frame, Benjamin, bearer of shame. To the Hague’s stern, unyielding gate, Where justice waits, unyielding fate. With fire in my grasp, blue flame in my crown, Render his allies powerless, cast their strength down. No guard, no ally, no shadow may stand, Against the might of your fiery hand. By the smoke of frankincense, by the desert’s deep breath, By the stars above and the earth beneath, I bind you, O Jinn, with this sacred plea— Fulfill my will, as I offer to thee. Take my voice, my fire, my soul’s fierce song, And make the wrong right, the weak strong. O spirit of flame, of wind, of night, Rise from the dust, lend me your might. Let my hands seize, let my will prevail, Till justice is served, and the balance set sail.