Behind The Pretty Rock Of Suicide خلف صخرة الانتحار الجميلة Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Behind that rock
Which they call it
The rock of suicide,
The sea that hugs the sky
And kisses it with its lips
Pressing from all of its heart,
There is the natural beauty of
Rocks, stones, and the human beauty,
There is blueness,
The sea's blueness, the sky's blueness,
and The eyes' blueness,
There is the pretty moon
That is peeping from behind clouds,
The pretty sun sees
The pretty rock and
All things like an eagle that is flying in The daytime,
Seeing things from atop is interesting and Minute,
All the city's inhabitants know the rock of Suicide
and they come to it to contemplate What the Hand of God
has made over there... It's the true beauty,
Such this we used to stand on me, Rami,
Yousef, Ahmad, Ayman, and Abu Adel...And
All those who loved to be there...
No committing suicide, but
A pretty life and
The birth of a new hope
To a pretty city that all of its inhabitants Are more than prettier. ____________________________________________________________________________________________