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