To the martyr... Egyptian...

Your picture does not leave me, but it kills my heart... it burns me
I don't know you... are you a rare flower
Perfume drops with the scent of eternity
A tender kiss on the forehead of existence
Do you know me... Are you afraid of me... Afraid of my fear
I extend my trembling hand to you to rest beside me
Will you reject me... you reject my fear and my shame?
Do you believe, heart, cheese, excuses?
But now I know you, dear Saif
Because you still provide for me... protect me
I know you, Egyptian, because you are better than me, my world and my religion
Sify... Why do I see you always smiling and cheerful?
Do you know something I don't know?
Or is it because I am old and have reached the age of humiliation?
Or because you live in eternal bliss and you will never die?
Hey My son ...
I will cry for the rest of my life with pride
Hey My son ...
Don't leave my heart until it stays alive
My son... I knew you, and all the free men are with you
Until now, you don't know me... so would you please comfort me?
And she told me... who am I?!

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