I am a vine from Egypt,
So, open your eyes wide and, you will see me around you;
But, my love is hidden in the clefts of the rock.
The muse of life!
Of mountains like rams and, hills like lambs;
With endurance and encouragement,
But, my love is hidden in the clefts of the rock.
The rising up of the sun and,
The going down of the sun;
With the muse of the fabric of literature,
But, i am a vine from Egypt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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