This is an announcement
Radio station 'Splendor of the Past'
From Cairo to Kurdufan
And from the rest of the Arab World and Japan
And from Venezuela and also Iran
And from any home
Or brutalized land
Because of Yankee tourism

This is an announcement
Radio station 'Splendor of the Past'
We present to you in every language
Plays, cinema, and every art form
Journalism, debates and televisions
Sermons in mosques
We jump and ride all the waves
We research and debate all the issues
And always shine in each situation
Even when no one listens or cares
Listen or don't, we don't care
We'll be making a living regardless
So keep it to yourself and don't make us
Use our pens against you

This is an announcement
Radio station 'Splendor of the Past'
It gives the presenters pleasure (and not you)
On this great occasion (to which you're not invited)
We present to you Shehata the stoner
Unrehearsed
The chief broker in our developing nation
Bribing the card dealers, before each game of poker
Sabotaging the farmland and selling its crops
Now he's a prince of the army too
You cannot deny
And say you don't know
Neither can you say you've never heard of him
Shehata the stoner, the people's sweetheart
He can remove the stains, the worries and anguish
Bashed and baked and popping pills
Rambles on and no one understands
Understand or not, we do not care
We know you understand but pretend you don't
You'll deny it and swear but I say don't
Just save everyone the headache

This is an announcement
Radio station 'Splendor of the Past'
Because all that's hidden, has been reveled
And all the matters now appear for all to see
Stories appeared and stories were published
About his smuggling and a lot of talk
About patronage and a degenerate
That appeared like a tornado in town
And sunk ships and devastated fields
More ships are about to sink
There will be housing and security crises
Some will be devouring the flesh of the hungry
And the smell of conspiracy lingers around
Planning treachery with the Americans
To slaughter the clan and burn the place
'Some engage in chatter asking for a broadcast,
As we were told by (the ears)
For this reason and that
We present to you, the people,
Toy candy
I am Shehata the stoner, and this my announcement'

This is an announcement
Radio station 'Splendor of the Past'
In the name of Allah
Asslamalliykum
About the given circumstances, they are well and dandy
So brothers and sisters
All the circumstances are as fine as should be
And all the talk is just mere words
So be patient and don't fret
I do not accept the work of the spiteful
There is absolutely nothing wrong
I swear on my mother's grave
There is absolutely nothing wrong
And even if there were
There is no use in talking about it
It's wrong for the youth to be insolent
And to start paying attention and asking for debate
I, myself, despise the large brokers
For the sake of competition
But I am not the type to
Expose
How much a colleague plundered?
Since all the colleagues plunder
And what's coming in is not
The same as what's coming out
So citizens, Zion up!
What a morning of stanching odors!
Oh that's my brother the Prince of Iran
This year, he sent me
An invitation, without a doubt I accepted
I went and what a meal!
A banquet that cannot be honestly repeated
All the delicacies of the finest fried foods
So many plates
My head started spinning
From all his opulence and wealth
There, I didn't see
Any malevolent characters, giving him look of spite
Or anyone insulting a person
For buying a village or two
Or his entrepreneurial spirit
After the banquet, we received the gifts
With silver and gold and Faience
Of course my brother, the prince, told me something
Which I will repeat all in due time
Some kids, will jump up for no reason
To try to judge me
This is the socialist jealousy that I do not accept
If they were my children, I would punish them
There is talk about brokers and talk about prostitution
All this talk is untrue and fabricated
They want to turn this nation into a whorehouse
They want me to leave the country
I will not give up nor abandon the country
Not by the police nor the prosecution
So citizens, do me a favor
Be patient and riches and wealth will come
You will eat and drink and spend
Until you drown in a sea of slavery and prostitution
And you'll paint your life as you please
With roads filled with mansions and cathouses
You will pray to God and thank him
For the filth that surrounds you
To conclude this talk
It is essential
That peace and quiet roams, or else!
I will destroy your country, take my money
And leave.
Asslamalliykum
As the president, a father and a husband

Translated by:Walaa Quisay