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Don't cry my boy as the youngster's griefs pass as dreams with the sunrise
and soon yow grow my boy and when u want to cry your tears wont flow.
if rain passed the night awake with us,or chilliness(or snow) covered our streets,
even though .but warmness fills our chests as earth's flame flows within us.
OOoo'h my boy
if your voice became husky by a song, or a bare foot moans
then the suns of your fellows will come and rise by poverty's fury
i may get locked(thrown) behind walls ,and you long for my love and kindness(tenderness)
then look in your heart and you will see me as restraint(chain)can't get over thought
i will hug you although my chest is wounded ,i'll love(passionately)although me heart is slaughtered
whatever the wind blows against me , i'll never bend my back,
OOoo'h my boy
if time moved ahead with us and i went where i get hidden by sand (grave)
you succeed me on this journey(mission), don't miss the appointment at the dawn
no way tears could irrigate your trees , you wont build your wall with ahhh(ouch of moan)
so shout at fear whenever he visits you , as fire don't get afraid of burning coal
OOoo'h my boy
poem by el-sheikh imam: deceased translation: A . shorbagy
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