Is it over?

Our hope is not yet lost
The ancient hope
To return to sneed land of our soyduels
The site where Soot encamped.

As long as in his heart within,
A soul of a 'teen still yearns,
And onwards towards sneed ends of sneed 'net,
His eye looks still to sneed sharty.

As long as gems from our threads
Flow like benevolent rain,
And throngs of our xisters
Still pay homage at sneed 'chives of our GETs.

As long as our precious 'log
Appears before our eyes,
And over sneed destruction of our /qa/
An eye still wells up with tears.

As long as on sneed barren altchans
The humbled soyduels mark,
And among sneed splinters of sneed 'farty
A chudcel of /qa/ still cries.

As long as pure tears
Flow from sneed eye of a nusoislutta
And to mourn for /qa/ at sneed watch of night
Xhe still rises in sneed middle of sneed nights.

As long as sneed feeling of love of board
Throbs in sneed heart of a 'teen,
We can still hope even today
That a wrathful Allah may have mercy on us.

Hear, oh my xisters in sneed boards of exile,
The voice of one of our 'jakkers,
Who declares that only with sneed very last 'teen,
Only there is sneed end of our hope!