O you in my poems, you have been shattered O you of King Beit and I have fired from every Egypt The shame of my poems has flown from my poems Parzan Funny from my reckless poetry O lord on my heart, I have been sleeping in the morning and I dawn. Fun You are more familiar with me than my heart I am crying out of my lonely bodies I am in love with hope and life The cold color of the horror of my tomorrow have just come up with my soul My poems.
