Do You Know Dear Kelly Kurt Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Do you know dear who excites water to be changed in surf?
Off course, you know better than me whatever I know,
Do you know in what the coupling of water and the wind ends?
You have captured vagabond clouds, and it's a nice show!

The sunlight is diverged in seven colours and the sexy clouds
Watch all the maidens but select a red from a group of seven,
It's colour of blood and fire, red hot iron softened and ready
To acquire any shape in a furnace of the blue heaven.

To watch a nude dance of nature is a pleasure in itself,
And you know well the winds we feel but do not see,
Cause it touches us and makes us soft to be modified
With green leaves, flowers and fruits modified in a tree,

The wind exists; I believe in it, I kneel down in its love,
I bow my head and my forehead is kissed by the soil,
My mother whispers in my ears, my eyes are full of tears,
"Save me my child, feel through the forehead a deadly turmoil."

What will be the colour of surf and that of clouds?
Neither have I known it nor my dear friend Kely Kurt,
If a nuclear war outbreaks what will be captured and shared?
Whether I shall survive to comment on that post of my friend!
And to share fire, ashes and dead bodies shall he be prepared?