Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe
How beautiful it is — how beautiful —
when the sky pours its silent pearls
into the cups of roses,
and the earth drinks beauty drop by drop.
And Deen passes like a gentle dawn breeze,
dreams turn green beneath her steps,
light grows shy
whenever it touches her shadow.
Flowers open their hearts to her name,
dew listens to the pulse of her love,
as if beauty itself learned
how to be called.
O Deen,
promise of morning, song of light,
with you dawn feels closer,
and the world becomes kinder.
How sweet life is
when its cup fills with dew,
and within it walks
my angel — Deen.
