I remember the autumn day of your birthday, the cold gray day of the trip, you dont remember the unhappy moaning of my separation from the branch on the last night of the flight, you dont remember the bitterness of the distances , the spear sitting in the wind, and the shield,
I dont remember you..... Dont remember ......
If the daytime sleep is not worth interpreting, then why dont you remember the night patrol in Badr, I was content with the line and news about you, I wish you would not say that you dont remember the news,
I remember...... Dont remember ......
Your dry thirst on the sand of our desert gave you a jar, O thirsty one, dont you remember that you understand the self-immolation of every moth night, I cant believe that you dont remember the death of wings and feathers, you dont have eyes for the heartless, you are so immersed in the sunset that you dont remember the dawn
