Sadat, the owner of victory, yes, and all generations over time. All the people are an army of heroes, one bond, a halal livelihood, eternal days, the sweat of the loyal, the musk, and the blood of the martyrs are pure, intelligent, pure fuel that works miracles.
October, hello, you set the plain and planted moist palm trees for a harvest, as well as fruits of the people of Paradise, trees of glory and victory, and the people are one who is proud and remembers, and the ungrateful denies disguise, refuses except to be humiliated, broken, betrays, and everyone who is afflicted by you are dear, victorious, you protect your sanctuary, you sanctify him, and you purify him. And his clothes no longer cover him, and when wondering, does the crow give birth to bulbuls that shriek, or stray dogs give birth to white doves that inspire us, teach us loyalty, and does he send us the bellows of bellows, and every vile from the homes of dangerous enemies fragrant breezes and clean air, no and a thousand no
Victory is you, and you are the pride, and everyone knows, you are the honorable patron, the legitimate owner of all achievements. Yes, you are Anwar Sadat
 Written by Abdelaziz Makki