A tribute to my friend in exile and my doctor, Dr. Safwat Riad
Safwat... If they say: He chose
My name... I say: Enough
With medicine, he was the cure
With love, he gave me warmth
How many gardens blossomed
How many patients were healed
Were it not for him,
My life would be a cry
Here, drained
I accompanied him in exile
He was the noblest of friends
A rare and loyal friend
No, estrangement never comes to us
Safwat, my doctor... Record this
So that you may understand
The meaning of loyalty
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