From the sands of the desert, I was born
Under the moon and stars, I awoke
A beacon of light, a desert rose

Withered, under the scorching sun
But a sacred rain came and blessed
I bloomed, a vision of beauty, complete

Nature's treasures, gold and pearls
Serpents guard the wealth within
From greed and envy, I am immune

The thunder roars, the lightning strikes
But I stand, unshaken still

My eternal soul, for all to praise
Bearing the past, eternal beauty
A city of light, a true majesty
I am the Red-Rose City, I am Petra.

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