Ugarit's Daughters And Sons Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Over Ugarit's pretty head A lot of pretty and passing clouds Are crossing here and there wonderfully Like people emigrate from here to There to find their wishes and desires, Ugarit is still over there smiling to Its daughters and sons who sit around Her watching the pretty Mediterranean Sea Waiting for the pretty boats coming with Those who left a long long time ago, It's like a pretty dream to wait for Pretty people who left hundreds of Thousands of years ago and did not come Back, but it's hoping to hear about their Pretty memories at least anytime and anywhere, A lot of people traveled from Ugarit towards All directions of the world to find the Missing link they were looking for at that time, Ugarit is a pretty dream that might come true Anytime because dreams sometimes turn real, Yaser N. Sari is still over there, Gabriel Sa'ada passed away and his grave is still Over there, Elias Al-Ladqani died a long Time ago,...., Me not there, and may be Mary lives abroad with all her pretty pride, Our pretty mother Ugarit calls on us to Come to its pretty lap to hug us warmly, and We would like to come back, but inside us There is something urging us to stay there, We all love Ugarit because it is our pretty Mother that fed up with all pretty love, and We tell our pretty mother that we will be Back to her warm lap because we don't want To die away from you and be buried like the Unknown soldier anytime, anywhere, and everywhere.