Gamal Abdel Nasser lives as though for ever in your sigh
For the land, the air, pride, truth, traditions high
And behold a cry! we look into a deep blue sea
For tranquil eyes to weep, and none sarted to see
The saints sit in the glare of the dimmed light
Guarding the endless stream of the clear white
Slain for the soul's salvation where all day
There's in our dreams, the Prophet passed upon a way
At least it wasn't your imagination, I hear them console
I touch those loveshakes now on the whole
How they do curse and deny the War
The endurance of primal savagery so far
And now a divine voice in ethereal praise
Free all aching hearts for singing days
For a lost Atlantis that leaves no sign
That one might trace the form above the line
Ahmad Shiddiqi
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