Aswan
Waving goodbye from the dock at Aswan - goodbye to the friends I thought I’d had and all the ones I loved but never should have. You know who you are.
Friends of my youth, a last adieu!
haply some day we meet again;
Yet ne’er the self-same men shall meet;
the years shall make us other men:
The light of morn has grown to noon,
has paled with eve, and now farewell!
Go, vanish from my Life as dies
the tinkling of the Camel’s bell.
Egypt: Kasidah