O, Photographer, O, Old Photographer Of The Tavern Poem by Majid Alhydar

O, photographer,
O, old photographer of the tavern,
Pour this straying moment
In a page of eternity.
O, photographer,
Lads we are and drunken
In this poor tavern.
Four comrade we are … or may be six or seven.
How can we know;
Drunken we are and naïve.
O, photographer,
O, good-hearted photographer of the tavern,
Be kind with us, with our photographs.
Tomorrow we'll be taken
To the war.
O, photographer,
O, grieved photographer of the tavern.