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Badr Shākir Sayyāb
“Do you know what sorrow the rain can inspire?
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Do you know how gutters weep when it pours down?
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Do you know how lost a solitary person feels in the rain?”
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Do you know how gutters weep when it pours down?
.
Do you know how lost a solitary person feels in the rain?”
―
“Rain Song ---last few verses
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.”
―
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.”
―
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