My life, my life! Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen Poetry

The market was beautiful The goods, the fruits and the sweets were neat and elegant.

Everyone was happy in the market Except the bird that was full of rain And was tired like me From looking at the goods behind the elegant glass. * Those people who express well the language of hate, They read the book of Love in a poor translation. * Your heart is open.

If a visitor comes to you Remember to close your letter with the key. * Your heart was a song Dropped secretly and openly into the river.

You had to use fishing tools To save it from drowning, From the river, And from the fish. * Your heart is a song that has not drowned in the flood, But has drowned by the fear of the flood. * What if time was merciful And did not leave you alone As a letter falling from a drunkard’s mouth?

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