On the hills of my homeland [Archives:2008/1141/Community]
By: Nashwan A. Nosheer Al-Khawlani
Senior, Ibb University
English Department
[email protected]
Beyond my hills, it stands
My eyes have no scene but her and I
Behold! I say
The unseen places, the untouched beauties
Of the fascinating lady
Whose evergreen eyes, glamour and glow
I adore and it adores deeply in dreams
Before it hears
Something draws, attracts, lures
Many a person to her
The unknown voice says
It is the beautiful oasis
And no place for winter or naked trees
We do not miss the spring
So are the flowers
Like the daughter of Saddat
It looks
It affords everything one needs
So no one is sick of her
If there is such a one, he is sick of life
It is Saddat's princess
Whose fair and welcomed evergreen hands
Of high-clouded hills, on which I still stand
Seeing with my eyes the compassionate nature
And the kindest creatures
Of the fascinating lady
That embraces each and every one
Comes, admires, loves and adores, staying.
To others, like an oasis it looks
They come, both residents and foreigners,
To enjoy the enchanting morning
Of the beautiful spots
They come for a walk or a wonder
The homely atmosphere, it wears them
Not feeling homesick
No one comes, but will get a walk back
I travel to unseen scenes
Feeling exile from home
But traveling to her home from home
I feel
At night, the moonlight talking
And my eyes with the stars of the darkest sky
Or rather, it is of the brocaded jewel
Of the fascinating lady
Whose traditions, customs, roots and letters
I have addressed since my infancy.
Through our mutual silence
We feel that she hears us and smiles
As all lovely things dance everywhere
To those who stand, seeing
Its ineffable beauty,
Smelling the most purified air
And I think it is the perfume of Arabs
That is like a melange of different flowers
Of a worldly spring
I have lived so long unfeeling
As I feel now like a king
O, my dearest lady,
The honey of millions,
You afford the precious unique things
Of life to me
Although I have nothing in return
But a heart full of love for you,
My lady, my lovely Ibb.
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