Poem by : Abdel latif Moubarak…. Egyptian poet
I dreamed for you a land grown with heroism,
that you might live on a love blossoming with manliness
between the fields of the sun,
spreading your arm to it, a Sufi’s prayer beads.
Forgiving all who betrayed you,
braiding your stolen dream on the dust of travel.
Chanting,
you cracked through the nights of anguish,
from the light of the moon, lanterns
that barely distracted your heart,
your sufferings call out to you.
You quarreled with the dawn if it passed you by,
a Tarawih prayer.
You held back the sigh within you,
singing and celebrating,
and hugged the Egyptian flag as if the sadness in your veins
was flowing with the land’s tears.
You folded the origin and the image
and crossed the canal, a knight on your land,
and made a pact with you.
On the bank, the thirst in your throat
makes you imagine a mirage, but the eyes of sadness are unyielding.
O word of truth, it has appeared for you
on your hills,
in every strike.
The buried sacks of your joy call out to you,
the hope of your people,
the essence of love sold to you
in every bullet you fire
and follow it with
the songs of truth.
