There is never new and there is nothing see old
The sky Of Tunisia,  easily I can fold and unfold
In a notch of  eye sight like  magnificent light
Yes, Sometimes a day and many times in night

leaves are waved and stars a glowing in dark
They has given me absolute and divenly spark
Everything looks delighted  as an eternal ray
Tunisia, my faith is stronger then previous day

What a dream, a poet  can see you almost free
Can see the Monastir, a capital of world poetry
I do feel pleasure in a beach at wonder sunset
You are my Mediterranean sea is really great

Smell of silence  are spreaded from the south
Sahara ! travellers way, dessert of thirsty mouth
No water, Dust is whiffed  that freedom of ridge
Tunisia ! A soft sister of Egyptian Sandy breeze

Douz, a town at Sahara's edge for camel ride
Which is kept Romans gallery, nothing to hide
Serene cloud on top witnessed of Arab Spring
Men of Tunis proved by revolution none is king

Oh my sister ! I salute you for full of orbed glory
An amazing love of solitary, a successful lorry
At the time of grim sand storm whirled a while
In obscure can move with poem mile after mile