Yesterday the near term there was a sign with your name on Mutanabi Street
Neighborhood and street-Zahir Baybars and then the name of the Governor
And before the names of
I do not know who you are and what Ihtwik
Only passers steps which stands at a canopy waiting to cross the road!!
Embraced the child crying, looking for his parents
Adaah Traffic faces WBC begging for coins to satisfy his hunger
Pass your Guana and dancers in the middle of the night swaying those (...)
On the column and Taatko Bgenj and beautiful Bhmaiha Red ankle high and wears at Leicester
Naked at the time of the ugly looking forward to the passage of cold luxury car accompanied by paid hours
Aoooooh Dear sidewalk charged pain that the old man on a wheelchair dragged his young grandson
And that girl بكتبها Taathams with fellow young admirer at the university
And how sometimes ignored by force and Dalal other times
Contain shamelessness and mad teenagers in dark Zawitk
While taking cannabis and cigarettes!!!
Far from the eyes of others, then fleeing in a hurry count yolk police
J pier over your nigger, yellow and red
Ashhab leper and dusty
The ruling fleet and his bodyguards in the hype of the military
Dear sidewalk that contain salt and cashews and sugar Workshop
You and your identity
Warrior over here are still remnants of bullet fragments lost black asphalt
And migrant workers toiling sitting ground waiting for one
يطلبهم for lifting sand and gravel piles of stone
You are today as Mutasim and tomorrow as the red Fairy
Aaronk other days up tonight wearing a white turban
Sidewalk!!!
Here and reply you fell to the lover linear accelerator to meet his sweetheart
Trampled by passers contempt
In part, the pile of waste residue leaves the abusers
To يتك can speak and tell me about you j unidentified wharf in the city of chaos and ruin
Atk have a voice so I know that you Mtodjaa of the mysteries of creation and hardness lightning, heat
It is still the sidewalk as it is ... The parachute??
But banner every day in the event and the event