Contemplation Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

The pretty night falls While the pretty stars are twinkling As long as night goes on, Some passing clouds are crossing The night's image up in the sky, All pretty lovers look up in the sky Where their pretty neighbor, the moon, Is hanging up in the sky, The pretty winds are over there Come and go like one's pretty hairs, It's greatly calm and pretty because It's the pretty August that goes on, Scattered whistles and pretty hushes Are heard every now and then wonderfully, All streets and roads are free of any Traffic jams due to night's lateness, Some people are still staying up all The night's long as their habit, All pretty buildings' facades look Shadowy and greatly half-lighted, It's warm outside, but it's humid Or hot around the pretty surroundings, and Everything and everyone are tending to be Approaching the pretty morning's coming.