Helen what a rain! I met Helen on Tuesday At 3 pm At the hour of absolute dawn But the sound of rainfall with such a lady like Helen is A hymn for travel. RAIN... Rain, Oh what homesickness I feel Rain, Oh the whine I feel The whine of the wolves on their predecessors Rain, over the cap of drought. The drought studded with gold on the icons of the churches. How far Home is from me How far Love is from you The foreigner says to the bread vendor in an alley like her stockings not more than a word ... and Rain A rain starving for trees A rain starving for stones . من ( لماذا تركت الحصان وحيدا ) للراحل الرائع :: محمود درويش ترجمة #Naelkhader |
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