At Gizeh street in 2005

How many waxing and waning moons,

and those sickle among the stars confused.

If for others my dear you seem

the same in every season,

for me here in Gizeh street in Cairo

You are different,

                        different every time

as I defer your face and bow

down so you set beside the face

ff the Sphinx and walk

gracefully pampered by the smell

of Oud and in balcony drinking with a friend

Lipton black tea with some fresh mint leafs

soaked in huge ceramic mugs and roasted

cashews, pecans and macadamia

to foster hard thoughts.

Then the thin long ropey slices of carrots

and cucumbers for refreshment- while,

the air is humid although is two after midnight.

So I want to visit a lady,

on whom many words have been spread,

as she is a princess of some south Arabian tribes.

The apartment in the 12^th floor,

and on that very moment

as we eat the royal dates and ice cold water

we drunk- the earthquake started.

The lady was terrified,

more than I during the wartime.

…and she said:

There was not an earthquake in Cairo

since 12 years ago, may Allah

protect us all.

Then she continued praying in Arabic.

I never knew what.