Translation/Interpretation/Caption Text: 

Arabic translation:

This story is about the origins of Mishal

She goes about braiding her hair and goes to carry her sword

And the boat sailed with them far from the scent of the homeland

A prisoner in the hands of the Sultan

Oh! people where is the road to the horse for the water is locked in the cloud

And the idea comes shimmering and lights the Karmel and the Coast and embraces the waves

So his chains are broken and his wheat stalks dance in their sun

The plants are no longer drooping

The story is not finished so create the ending and embrace the rains so that the trees can grow