אורנים דוט קום – מגזין האינטרנט של מכללת אורנים

| by: Shireen majdalani 

I am the mourning mother,

And who comforts me?

I wept and virgins wept with me

Remember: "blessed are those who mourn"

But I am not listening,

Your last cry echoes

Melting my serenity.

O beloved, O beloved,

Answer me.

The doves sighed

For the scattering of my family.

But I know, God is watching over me

Have no fear son, there

Under the sea, dissolving easily

Mountains bow down and seas roar

At the sound of your name

Icarus, a boisterous melody

Like a rose, trampled on the ground

You took the fall

And thought of me

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