We have a date for the poet, the engineer, Siddiq Saei

And he tells me forget her — and forget forever to find her
Forget the doom mill — put us all at ease
And he says, What is this, our homelands - our homelands are free to fall into?
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How can I forget, so-and-so - and I breathe her air?
And the memories of youth and passion — where after it was recited?
How can I forget my father in it - at dawn he calls for me to meet her?
And a mother whose tears burn me - and my whole life is for her
How can I forget and my heart loves its land and its name?
Life is nothing but a ship — in waves we all fear
It sailed from Latakia — and in Latakia its anchorage