
By: Badr Shaker Al Sayab (1926-1964).
RAIN SONG
Your eyes are two palm tree forests in early light,Or two balconies from which the moonlight recedesWhen they smile, your eyes, the vines put forth their leaves,And lights dance . . . like moons in a riverRippled by the blade of an oar at break of day;As if stars were throbbing in the depths...