To My Emigrating Sons Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

O Nightingale of risks! Is there Any glimpse presented to us, O Nightingale of risks? ! The spring's water got dried after your Departure, It's like we're in the deserts' tasks, but I see the faraway rain driven by the pretty Breezes of brilliant steps, I'm near my table that I love and in front Of me my papers and my life's silence, The memorandum's hints play with my mind, Your imagination is closer to me through Years, My hope and I write what's going on inside Me to reshape the breezes' marks, To you - youths of glory - my sweetest greeting Given to you with the truest calls, I dedicate them brilliantly ornamented by the lover's eagerness and words' sweetness , Do not get wondered from the influx of my feelings' truth Because I'm still waiting the next Flash, Days increased me - they're too many - with determination, with persistence, and Unmoved. ************************************************This poem is called ' TO MY EMIGRATING SONS ' by the Syrian great poet called YASER NASEEM SARI. I translated it from Arabic into English, so many can enjoy it. **********************************************