The breeze of wisdom blows from your voice.
The breeze of wisdom that stirs the leaves of your old trees.
The trees of the ancient patience that never ceased to enclose the walls of your majestic palace.
Your majestic palace that still casts a condescending look at the passage of time on the banks of the Nile.
Your majestic palace which refused to be build, except as a gateway towards heaven.
The heaven which is your eternal path towards eternity.
In your eternity, there was a place for mercy and pity.
A unique mercy which was taught by your unprecedented forgiveness.
The unprecedented forgiveness that always springs from the hearts of the mighty ones.
The ancient mercy that could not help but to find a home in the hearts of the powerful ones.
The sages who were accustomed to heal every incurable disease and wound by patience.
The patient ones who used ancient wisdom to create order on the outskirts of a chaotic world.
The more I look into your self-confident eyes,
the more I become able to see how your unwavering beliefs had managed to establish and erect.
Erected unparalleled monuments by the utterance of your wise voice.
Your wise utterance that narrates your spectacular deeds,
to the palm trees around the walls of your glory.