The spring said to me upon its arrival, "I have donned my garments for the good news." Some said in description of a cold day, and excelled in a cold day, and excelled in a cold day, and excelled in a cold day, and excelled in a cold day, And a state of war in which victory belonged to the son of the water of the sky, as if the earth had surged with joy for the crescent of the sky, and its stakes strengthened, as it had in the sky from the torrents of rain, extending the means. And it was as if the sky had seen the joy on earth, so it sent to congratulate it with the voice of the winds. How many eyes of light opened to the clouds, the dark ones. And how much joy continued with it, and its hour settled. And how much the earth laughed at the sky's weeping with its tears. And joy appeared on its face. And look at the time of that city, for it is always prosperous throughout the winter days and most of the summer days. If a person enjoys an hour, he is saddened for another hour, and his luck is gone with thunder and lightning, and the downpour of rain and thunderbolts. Its people do not care about that, so it is said on all its days what some said in description of a very cold day, that it is a day of Muhammad, delaying it, and praising its duration, and lightening the heavy when migrating, and carrying the light when attacking. Except that the French often complain during winter nights because they exert their efforts in warding off its harms. We ask God Almighty for protection from the cold of the severe winter. If Egypt were prepared and its means of civilization were abundant, it would be the sultan of cities and the heir of the lands of the world, as is common in people's speech, saying "Egypt is the mother of the world." And I praised it during my stay in Paris with a poem that includes praise for the benefactor, may his reign be long, Amen. And the satire of this poem: The pigeon cooed on the branches of the ban tree, revealing a lover's and a heartbroken person's disposition. I thought it was only crying out, but it had become a victim of its beloved and its companion. As if it were saying to me, "How can I be patient when my loved ones have abandoned me?"