Sudanyia Habibti, how graciously those veils flow.
So smooth, the Nile envies the depth that lies beneath.
Your hymns are like the morning sun,
Your music is soothing to the soul.
I long for our first time reunion.
I miss you even if I am a stranger.
From what I hear, you’re in distress.
No one is paying attention to your cries.
What a pity they don’t see what I see in you.
An imperfect past you may have had, yet you’ve withstood time.
Some glance at you with disdain, while I gaze at a gem.
Biased I maybe, enthralled I surely am.
For nothing takes away from the truth of your beauty and pain.
I know you’ll find your way again.
The desert is harsh and the air is thin.
But if you managed to join the Niles,
I’m sure your union will usher in peace once more.
Stay strong habibti, this stranger wants to listen to your sweet songs again.