A Profile Of A City Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

It has a smiling face, It listens well, It welcomes its guests, It sea is pretty and big, It has only a nominal rock of suicide Because its inhabitants love life, Its pretty streets are extending from heart To heart, Its flowers and its roses are made Bouquets of cheers and victories, Its plants are always green, Its sparrows and all birds are chattering Beautifully, Its high mountains are sublime, Its green plains are extending to as much as God wishes, Its houses have pretty fronts, Its castles are great, It never kneels down except to God, All stars light its sky, The moon smiles to it, and The sun lights its life, Eriobotyras, melia szderach, lemon trees, and orange trees fill its orchards, Love is its headline, Generosity is part of its morality, Its people are the best, Its streets, its roads, and its alleys Meet where hope is, Its rivers are filled with good waters, Anemones and daffodils surround it, Its air is fresh, Its shores are extending like gold, Its sky is pretty and blue That hugs its pretty Mediterranean Sea In an everlasting love, Its voice is that of the right that is heard It's all good and only what is good prevails In it, All of its people are those who are lovely And friendly, Its houses are those of generosity and those Of hospitality, It's a great grace That will prevail as long as Love and hope meet in its whereabouts. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________