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اِختِلافُ النَهارِ وَاللَيلِ يُنسيikhtilfu lnahri wallayli yunsy
اِختِلافُ النَهارِ وَاللَيلِ يُنسي اُذكُرا لِيَ الصِبا وَأَيّامَ أُنسي وَصِفا لي مُلاوَةً مِن شَبابٍ صُوِّرَت مِن تَصَوُّراتٍ وَمَسِّ عَصَفَت كالصَّبَا اللَعوبِ وَمَرَّت سِنَةً حُلوَةً وَلَذَّةُ خَلسِ وَسَلا مِصرَ هَل سَلا القَلبُ عَنها أَو أَسا جُرحَهُ الزَمانَ المُؤَسّي كُلَّما مَرَّتِ اللَيالي عَلَيهِ رَقَّ وَالعَهدُ في اللَيالي تُقَسّي
The change of day and night makes one forget. Remind me of my youth and happy days. Describe to me a time of youth, formed from dreams and touch. It blew like playful winds and passed, a sweet year and a hidden pleasure. And did Egypt forget, did the heart forget her, or did time heal its painful wound? Every time the nights pass over it, it softens, while the promise in the nights becomes hard.