crystal as the stream
in my dream sees, pearl of touchless eyes
in the halos of
every smile, lighted every dark of the past
glorified of showered pathways of
relentless ideal those certainty is beyond
human reach
what comes in the pain of hate, whose
anger stop revenge solitude, nothing than a
arrogance of the heart rebirth
in the shadow of the brave Knight of
flame
worship the fire and close the open gate
of harmony, for the color of the night grip
every hand to blood of songs,
sober the vague of silent and allure the blade
of joy, into the passion of hope
comes again
sharpen the glittering edges
of prayer as the cavalier ready to fight for
victory
‘a poem dedicated to the People of Libya”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem