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On stage so deep in heart of sand;
Farthest from world of deep dismay
At night in day thy Housefull show
Since centuries therest on display

O Ramses speak from deeps of sand! 
Wherest thou liveth for thousand years?
Farthest from world by shore of Nile
 Farthest from world of mortal fears! 

Thy rule not marred by hands of time
Thy mighty Nile not thee engulfed
Which deities prayed in heart of stone? 
Which carriage run in paths so curved? 

Which goddess worship on Nile waves? 
Then walks on walls of solid rock? 
Which shadows shimmer in moonlight? 
Which phantoms in thy halls there walk? 
O stand for once from Royal seat!
For once in magic sand thou walk!
Thy Queen of heart there turned to stone
O may she laugh and smile and walk! 

Thy silhouette pillars thence display
Beyond the span of narrow day
Wherest all time all time thou gaze? 
In sun in rain therest thou stay? 
By which egyptian land thou stands? 
By shore of sea by lake or bay? 
Thy echoes in the corridors
They will linger till final day

Thy dates on palms , thy figs on trees
Art on display on thy doorway
Which holy shrine, which holy temp ? 
Wherest thou worship in dismay? 
With lingering gaze at thee they look
Though with their lips they nothing say
Since centuries stood thy kids by thee
O ask them, go and roam and play

Thy lips they freezed by  ice of awe! 
Thy guards all stand by thy great manse;
What do they  there by Salty Nile? 
What do they there in nights so dense? 

For thousand years thou slept in sands
In shades of trees in airy ways
In depth of sand, in holy land
Then rowed thou in Titanic deep
And hence emerged from desert sand

Enclaved 0n walls of ancient manse
From centuries stood thy guards on wait
Oh speak for once from times of past! 
O speak from bank of ancient lake! 


Thy Savior John with Nubian boy
Displayed thee on screen of world
Thy palms,thy figs, thy papyrus trees
They gaze at thee in deeps in awe
They art thence turned in sheen of world 

In ancient lang, who wrote on walls
These holy , pious sacred  rhymes
The men will read in days  to come
Thy psalms of life in hands of time
All nymphs all sylphs in sand in Nile
For thee they row and sing there rhyme

In carriage made of moonlit beams
Sit with thy queen there side by side
The lips of earth are parched with thirst
May clouds of sky with thee all ride
Therest thou pray , to God of world
Without the fear of time and tide
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