The Egyptian farmer
The Egyptian farmer deep in the forest
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In the deepest depths of the forest
Thousands of years before the advent of history
He was walking aimlessly
Except for a drink of water
Or a piece of fruit
Or some insects
Finally he found the Nile
He walks majestically with slow steps
Dozens of silver fish fling around in it
And on its sides are palm trees rising,
It reaches the tops of the white clouds
Throw the exhausted body
On the brown clay of the earth
It became his virgin paradise!
The next day he picked up the steel axe
As he descended towards the ground, he kissed it and turned it over.
She exchanged the best of her good things with him
Tons of wheat, sacks of beans,
And types of vegetables
And inside his house
He is going to raise some cows
Cows gave him pure milk,
And warm robes, and grease..
The Egyptian peasant was simple
He plants, reaps, and marries
In the season finale, his children
In the corridors of the temple, he blesses his grandchildren
Possibly the most precious offering to the priests
Committed to prostrating to the Pharaoh
If he passed by his floating convoy
Between the two shores!
The Egyptian farmer remained silent
He does not speak even when words bother him
He is kind and seeks to support the weak
He sits next to the Nile and prays.
In times of drought,
When the flood overflows
And if he was stopped in the court of the dead
I swear that his hands have not polluted the Nile.
I don't throw oat sticks in it!
The Egyptian farmer was an expert
In the secrets of the brown earth
Does he know how to be good?
And when the angry sun scorches it,
So he cracked it?
In what orbit will the full moon spread it?
With light filled with flowers
But the Egyptian farmer was surprised one day
From the scorching summer days...with the Jarrar army
Attacked from the east
The garrison was dispersed without warning
And reach the highest Pharaoh,
Drop him from the strongest tower above the walls
The pharaoh fell,
And silver bracelets, and freshness!
Engraved beliefs were dissipated
In the columns of the temple, and the stones..
But the priests blew on the large censer,
They considered the invader a king, a god, and a descendant of destiny!
The Egyptian farmer returned to his mud house.
He stared at the children without dinner
He saw his wife's gaze looking at him pleadingly
He did not know the taste of sleep, all night long,
And when dawn comes,
He walked towards the brown ground
He shares her complaints and fatigue
It provides what it produces to strangers
Even the yellow spike!
When the night falls
Walk over the beach
And come out from the depths of the soul
The deaf palms of patience!
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