The Thrones Ruby [Archives:2002/33/Culture]

WRITEEN BY: MOHAMMED MIFTAH ELFAITOORY
TRANSLATED BY: SHEIK ELDIN MOHAMMED NUR ALI
In a world owned by its owners,
The poor are the rich lords.
The loser is who doesnt take,
What she gives in modesty.
The heedless is who thinks,
Things are really the things.
The tyrant Sultans Crown is an apple,
Swinging up the yards mast.
The Sofists crown is shining,
Upon a straw mat.
Believe me O Thrones Ruby,
Dead are not those dead,
And Rest is not rests.
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What kind of seas do you ask me about?
O my beloved!
Do you ask about a whale,
Whose legs are made of rocks,
And eyes are made of ruby?
About clouds of fire,
And islands of coral?
About a dead whos carrying a corpse,
To escape where he dies?
Dont be astonished O Ruby,
The amazing of mans fate is,
Himself the man.
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The judge is weaving his moustache
For the pubs singer.
The villages sage is hanged,
While the monkeys are playing,
In the market place.
O my darling,
The needys gold is copper,
Your judge is tied to his Usurped seat
Judging people and in the cemetery,
Hes walking in vanity and pulling his aba.
………………………
You cant see us with eyes not ours,
You cant recognize us,
Unless we reward you and
Its only time to recognize us,
And we reveal to each.
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The humble of us may be the upper,
O Ruby,
Be the Humble,
To be the Upper.
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The sea waters will dry,
Migrating birds will return,
And the broken sieve is on your shoulders.
Your grieving eyes look like mountains,
And destinies and generations.
O my love,
Dont make weep,
Thats enough for you and me,
For the great grief,
Cant be revealed.

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