Longing has led me to you, the entirety of my world,
A stream of words in your love is scarce…
The critics blame me for you,
Ignore their blame, oh date of the palm tree.
They don’t know who you are,
Who I am, and what the evidence is…
I was not a fanatic,
But in your love, I lean…
I fell in love with you, our mother,
As air, sea, and Nile.
You are the homeland of civilization,
Can anyone else fall in love as a substitute for you..?
A cloud of love rains,
Sweet melodies of hymns.
I’m resolute, and Egypt is my poetry,
And I am the love of Qais the martyr.
You are the temple of love,
And poetry is in my long night.
I am Yemeni,
My root is here..
And my branches are in Upper Egypt, Sohag, and Qena.
The origin is one,
And the wound is one, our bloodshed drips with our lineage.
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