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My father Sorry, dad My longing for you has become exalted When I remember you, the heart is like an empty distance My situation has changed A homeland you have always cherished The young and the old have become my generations Far and near, the martyr and the deceased, my loved ones and brothers. My country was united, east and west, south and north. All cities are my neighbors, and all people are my address Tribalism no longer shackles humanity The chanting rose in processions, neighborhoods, and buildings And the struggle on the roads and sit-ins And love adorns every gardener Freedom is my valley Peace be upon my hand and my tongue Justice is at every corner of me Welcome to my village, my Sudanese has matured You are my teacher and my school You are my pen and my book You are my people, you are my being To you I give my peace
