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O, sir, who is coming next to me.
I'm the youngest of those who are waiting for you in hectic longing.
I'm jobless as a prisoner.
Accused of looking ahead.
But I'm writing to you.
On behalf of the peasants and the seamen.
On behalf of the blacksmiths and the barbers.
The donkey drivers and the sailors.
The laborers and the businessmen.
The notables and the divan clerks.
The gatekeepers and the grocery boys.
On behalf of the poets and the guards.
The pyramids, Bab Al-Nasr (triumph gate), Al-Qanatir Al-Khayreiya (benevolent arches), Abde-Llah Al-Nadim, Taofiq Al-Hakim, Almaz, Shagarat Al-Dorr, the book of the dead and the national anthem "Beladi Beladi".
We wish you shall come very soon.
For patience has faded away.
And despair has extended.
Either you get us now.
Or you will never be able to get us later.

From "Layla wal magnoon-Layla and the manic".
Salah Abdel-Sabour.
Translated by me "Poeticsense".

Dedication

Many thanks to all my friends for supporting me.

Special thanks to him, the wonderful guy who proved to me that still there are true friends on the earth and taught me how to be one of them.

Special thanks to her, the wonderful girl who took my hand and led me on the way of love. Special thanks to her for teachimg me how to be the right person with your partner.

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