THE CRAZY NIGHT (الليل المجنون) Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

When the crazy night slays me with its cunning knife And leaves me like a fallen lamb on the hard ground to Suffer its maniac stabs and its wicked hand. At night all wicked ghosts slip away with their cunning Wickedness to strike and hit the innocent souls on earth. Night always falls like a dark dress to cover the pretty Day and to hide all the wicked and evil faces of the bad. Only we enjoy the true dreams of the dark night because Our dreams in the daytime are not the same like the night. We think that death comes only in night time when we're in Our pretty beds, but the mere thought itself is wrong. Nighttime is pretty, but weird and daytime is pretty, But is sunny, so nighttime always versus daytime. This is the crazy and dark night.