Not to be fearful from nature!
MMA poems
Iraqi translator
A shadow of light comes through my curtain
It stirs my emotion and I turn delighted again…
From that sacred light I enflamed my lamp…
Thus, I avoid the temporal thoughts, not up to my mind jump.
Hundred thoughts rise up into my mind as if swarm of bees.
That's why I considered them as a flickering denial mess.
So that I do not blame anyone if not turns generous…
Our life still old fashioned although people are numerous.
From its oceans to its great seas, still it is aimless…
Neither there is consultation in it nor permanent peace….
I would struggle this destiny until I approach
Neither I listen others advice nor I wait others reproach.
I would choose a wooden cabin to be my last refuge…
Beside the rivers I shall set up a great monologue
If you come there, you shall be my beloved guest.
Then never with my sweet voice shall you get lost…
I invite you to be ordered in a good desire…
Then beside the riverbank, we shall set up a fire…
Come in and I will give thee a sweet honey….
Neglect thy dark days and thy eager soul to money…
Come in and inhale from nature a good lesson….
Hear its murmuring sound and carefully listen…
Come in and waste your good time…
Enjoy thy soul with a symphonic nature rhyme.
Do not be sadder about your olden days…
Life still it has further happy ways…
Your sad emotion will change for delight
Pick the pen and gently write
The verse of life usually is white
Nature can purify our souls from gloom…
It is for us as big furnished room…
Thus, it contains many grassed lands…
It looks after us with its softy rosy hands.
A goose comes there between purple and white
It extends its slushy peak as if dark night…
Four nestlings after her looking direly
Cackling, but they looked to us happily…