The flood of sadness

For the poet // Samir Attia

And almost this night

That it does not clear

This limitation is almost

Not to break

This dam is almost

That it is not filled with water,

And this water that does not recede!

When the morning shines!

How to our sun

To wake up?

And refracted solar light?

No plants in this country and others

Controversy

He became the dear victorious!

He didn’t say a letter

To say: Rebelled

O my bereaved letters!

And what a hunger for rain!

crowns in the valley of the kings

And what a scepter in it!

And what a thinker in it!