Wine and Grief

Today, I preferred to post a poem about Baghdad. I hope u like it. This poem is written by a well known Iraqi poet, called Mudhaffar Al-Nawwab.

Wine and Grief
By Mudhaffar Al-Nawwab

The tavern is asleep.

Forgive me, I will leave now.

My heart is filled with wine and grief:

I wish I could roll in the sand

And the scent of melon

On the banks of the Tigris.
...
I hear an infant crying in his cradle:

Please God, let him have a homeland

I lived without one!
...
Baghdad wakes up from her dream,

Naked;

She washes her beauty with dew

And twilight blueness;

She goes inside to God

And comes out carrying the Sun

And some mint tea from Basra.

The banks of the Tigris are still asleep:

The informant forgot his report

On the table and is gone.

The report says: the wine is bad.

He lies about everything,

Even about the wine!