Once dawn echoing
Let my verse washing you
As a rain at cloudy night
may a bell ringing at dawn
and our harvest goes ripening
O, my ocean come and sweep
those tyrants controlling on our day
then we improved the water of Neil
white or blue it has same origin
at Egypt the peace welcoming us
Iraq frightened us thus we go out
and your tears maybe cease
as a fire we wash it by water
O, the severe days let me say
a world is full of passion yet
and my verse is legally for you
the white face and smart form
a fashioned visage can't be ignored
and those green eyes as a lamp
illuminating my way not to stray
yet I wander haven't sails
to sail on your eyelashes as I want
being likely my last land
on which I anchor waiting the flood
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