My Egypt shines beneath the morning light,
A land of peace, of beauty, and of might.
The Nile still sings through every field and shore,
Its ancient voice lives deeply evermore.
The pyramids stand tall against the sky,
Like faithful guards that never fade or die.
In Cairo’s heart, the crowded streets still glow,
With dreams that through the endless ages flow.
The call to prayer rises soft and clear,
A sound that brings both comfort and good cheer.
The palm trees dance beside the river’s side,
Like loving arms stretched open far and wide.
From Aswan’s warmth to Alexandria’s sea,
My homeland lives forever close to me.
Though storms may come and bring us pain and fear,
My Egypt’s soul will always persevere.
Her people carry kindness in their hearts,
United still although the world departs.
No distant land could ever take your place,
Or match the light reflected in your face.
Oh Egypt, you remain my hope and home,
The dearest land wherever I may roam.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 4:34 AM UTC
My Egypt shines beneath the morning light,
A land of peace, of beauty, and of might.
The Nile still sings through every field and shore,
Its ancient voice lives deeply evermore.
The pyramids stand tall against the sky,
Like faithful guards that never fade or die.
In Cairo’s heart, the crowded streets still glow,
With dreams that through the endless ages flow.
The call to prayer rises soft and clear,
A sound that brings both comfort and good cheer.
The palm trees dance beside the river’s side,
Like loving arms stretched open far and wide.
From Aswan’s warmth to Alexandria’s sea,
My homeland lives forever close to me.
Though storms may come and bring us pain and fear,
My Egypt’s soul will always persevere.
Her people carry kindness in their hearts,
United still although the world departs.
No distant land could ever take your place,
Or match the light reflected in your face.
Oh Egypt, you remain my hope and home,
The dearest land wherever I may roam.
