انشودة المطر - rain song

Or two balconies from which the moonlight recedes
When they smile, your eyes, the vines put forth their eaves
And lights dance .. like moons in a river
Rippled by the blade of an oar at break of day
As if stars were throbbing in the depths of them

And they drown in a mist of sorrow translucent
Like the [url=]sea[/url] stroked by the hand of nightfall
The warmth of winter is in it, and the shudder of autumn
And death and birth, darkness and light
A sobbing flares up to tremble in my soul
And a savage elation embracing the sky
Frenzy of a child frightened by the moon

It is as if archways of mist drank the clouds
And drop by drop dissolved in the rain
As if children snickered in the vineyard bowers
The song of the rain rippled the silence of birds in the trees

Rain song
Drop

Drop

Drop

Evening yawned, from low clouds
Heavy tears are streaming still
It is as if a child before sleep were rambling on
About his mother a [url=]year[/url] ago he went to wake her, did not find her; Then when he kept on asking, he was told
After tomorrow, she'll come back again
That she must come back again
Yet his playmates whisper that she is there
In the hillside, sleeping her death for ever
Eating the earth around her, drinking the rain
As if a forlorn fisherman gathering nets
Cursed the waters and fate
And scattered a song at moonset
Drip, drop, the rain
Drip, drop, the rain


Do you know what sorrow the rain can inspire
And how gutters weep when it pours down
Do you know how lost a solitary [url=]person[/url] feels in the rain
Endless,- like spilt blood, like hungry people, like love, like children, like the dead

Endless the rain
Your two eyes take me wandering with the rain
Lightning's from across the Gulf sweep

The shores of Iraq
With stars and s-h-e-l-l-s
As if a dawn were about to break from them

But night pulls over them a coverlet of blood



I cry out to the Gulf: "O Gulf,
Giver of pearls, s-h-e-l-l-s and death
And the echo replies, as if lamenting
O Gulf: Giver of s-h-e-l-l-s and death


I can almost hear Iraq husbanding the thunder
Storing lightning in the mountains and plains
So that if the seal were broken by men
The winds would leave in the valley not a trace of Thamud


I can almost hear the palmtrees drinking the rain
Hear the villages moaning and emigrants
With oar and sail fighting

The Gulf winds of storm and thunder, singing
Rain.. rain..rain Drip, drop, the rain
And there is hunger in Iraq
The harvest time scatters the grain in-it
That crows and locusts may gobble their fill
Granaries and stones grind on and on
Mills turn in the fields, with humans turning
Drip, drop, the rain
Drip, Drop, Drop


How many tears we shed when came the night for leaving
We made the rain an excuse, not wishing to be blamed
Drip, drop, the rain
Drip, drop, the rain
Since we had been children, the sky
Would be clouded in wintertime

And down would pour the rain
And every year when earth turned green the hunger struck us
Not a year has passed without hunger in Iraq
Rain
Drip, drop, the rain
Drip, drop


In every drop of rain
A red or yellow color buds from the seeds of [url=]flowers[/url]
Every tear wept by the hungry and naked people
And every spilt drop of slaves' blood
Is a smile aimed at a new dawn
A nipple turning rosy in an infant's lips
In the young world of tomorrow, bringer of life
Drip
Drop

the rain . . .In the rain
Iraq will blossom one day

I cry out to the Gulf: "O Gulf

Giver of pearls, s-h-e-l-l-s and death
The echo replies as if lamenting
'O Gulf: Giver of s-h-e-l-l-s and death


And across the sands from among its lavish gifts
The Gulf scatters fuming froth and s-h-e-l-l-s
And the skeletons of miserable drowned emigrants
Who drank death forever
From the depths of the Gulf, from the ground of its silence
And in Iraq a thousand serpents drink the nectar
From a flower the Euphrates has nourished with dew


I hear the echo
Ringing in the Gulf
Rain
Drip, drop, the rain
Drip, drop

In every drop of rain
A red or yellow color buds from the seeds of flowers
Every tear wept by the hungry and naked people
And every spilt drop of slaves' blood
Is a smile aimed at a new dawn
A nipple turning rosy in an infant's lips
In the young world of tomorrow, bringer of life

And still the rain pours down