Transated By: Muayyed Juma

The rustling of dead leaves in dried trees

 harms the rivers Moons and lights break while listing to their weep Clouds, flows, and rains move away leaving dying seasons behind All of the world birds refuse to be close to the warm water of the marshes Palm pith complains of the sun heat After losing their dreams, birds rip their winter swaddles leaving their peeps behind Shouting out of panic: “Oh, March, Our fields are empty of wheat Our lands are moving around” While our good horses hiding their pains answer: “Oh, virtuous men, don’t be desperate, Look at the clay foaming in rivers Illnesses will vanish away from our land

Storms will end

Lights will be sharp in broad daylight