He sang and I cried and I cried.

He added melodies like

the murmur of water pouring from Tana, so they
moaned and chanted at every rock or flower, like the
sound of rain when it kisses the plains and valleys, and
like the sound of birds singing at the trees of my country
and its palm trees. Wad Al-Amin shouted, and the
journeys of foolishness swayed with him in our west,
our east, and Al-Batanah. He was stirred by factory
machines and the train of lovers’ longings. Hearts hurt
with him (they said he was a little hurt) and we lived
with him the hopes of loved ones in love and
circumstances (we said, “You can’t travel”). Crowds of
people revolted the day he sang epics, in October and
afterward...then when circumstances took him away
and he returned, he was He reads on stage: “We have
come to you, our beloved ones, after estrangement and
longing.”
He is the musician Muhammad Al-Amin, the king of the
strings, the repository of the melodies of the people of
Sudan and the godfather of string symphonies. His
fingers, when they move between the strings, adjust the
rhythm (of the walker and the ghashi), traveling with
you in worlds bounded by no borders, worlds that no
matter how you restore your self-balance and the order
of your heartbeats..

Then: Today he got off the train of life. He went and left
behind a huge wealth in the library of tunes that will be
a reference for future generations. His biography will
remain a book that reads how an artist can be
committed to his message, faithful to the tastes of his
people, and an ambassador for his country in his
clothing, speech, and product. May God have mercy on
him. .

Our tears became our pillow

And so he tried to find out what was the matter with us
The light shawl strayed into our home
From the joy of your promise and your magic
We preferred you and your family to wait
Look where we went
Where is our friendship?

then :

Are you with me?

And the kindness of eyes warmed me
And you are a prisoner of Bray's journey
And it came like a sad eyelash
He cried in the morning
And feel sad tonight..
...
This evening is saddened by your passing.

Goodbye Bashkatib..

(Everyone on it will perish... but the face of your Lord

will remain, full of majesty and honor.)
We belong to Allah and to Him we shall return.