Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Rain Song

Rain Song, a beautiful poem by the late Iraqi poet Badr Shakir Al-Sayyab. Even though written for a different time, it could not be more true for the war torn Iraq of today. Just like the poet before us, we pray for rain to wash off the spilled blood and bring in a new dawn for Iraq and peace everywhere.



Drip.....
Drop..... the rain . . .In the rain.
Iraq will blossom one day '

I cry out to the Gulf: "O Gulf,
Giver of pearls, shells and death!"

The echo replies
As if lamenting:
'O Gulf,
Giver of shells and death."
And across the sands from among its lavish gifts
The Gulf scatters fuming froth and shells
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.


Poetry - Badr Shakir al-Sayyab - \Rain.


 


 

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