This city is smiling
sweet and friendly
like roses in morning dew
is caressed with loving devotion
nursed and attended to
in one way and another
wakens the slumbering
rouses the slothful
counting the days that pass
leaving an emptiness
that no one has confused
by the illusion of a dream
for what is certain now
must never become again
a slave to time
to be disappointed

By A Salam
Translated by Hamed Ismail