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Ships play with "its flood" so that it is not seen

Does this prophecy return in reverse!

Does the flood recognize its Night of Decree

Or is there something destined for humanity?

Existential clouds on its saddles

The wind howls and the angels and the night

Carried it, and the pairs were in twos, whenever

Its sides weakened, it turned away and magnified

O Noah of this age, "a burden" has passed

And decorations that have not spread among people

You have been entrusted with the burdens of the arts

From your highest ancestor, so rise, rejoicing

The language of the hymns that you have mastered

You poured with your elegant hands like Kawthar

If it carved in my heart two engravings and in my blood

Return the hands of my journey to the past

The color in your ancient blood is a tale

That does not end, and the letters in it are moons

It greens in your eyes "the rod" of our time

And the thorns become green on your path

Take your sacred provisions, wanderer of my season

Strike your gentle brush on the notebook

The bucket of "the gate of the pasture" dripped its water

For the passersby, and its heart is breaking

Open for us a path to pass through

And let your veins flow in our passion like amber

Say every letter you are preoccupied with

Say and seek refuge until the fears overtake you

Say any letter so I can surround my thought

About me, so that I may live, so that I may take root

You have intoxicated me with the harvests of the seasons "a cluster"

Its bunch from your fingers "is blooming"

O you who are concealed, your secret has told me

In two layers that followed, so it bloomed

A heart with the taste of perfume drowns our age

And the universe from its two bottles has been perfumed

The distance ran before your foot just as

The tears ran over your book like rivers

Do not burn the great wood because

It is a body that was sanctified with soil, so express it

But burn the great wood because

In your palms it becomes a good creation..