Model Seven: Adel Mohamed Ahmed *** How many years have been lost in my era And I have no happiness for them *** I wasted my youth while I was a son of the times And I was content with reaching safety And my sister, the permanence, and that blood *** I shout and run after a mirage Poor and independent, O friends And I come to the point of death, suicide *** In Sham, the oppressed were buried dead And for the hereafter, patient, content, a share *** *** *** It is clear that the poet benefited from his commentary to adorn his poems, and it does not seem that the writer is an influential figure present in such Laxity. - 135 -- 134 -