MAROUMA مرومة Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Marouma was her name, It was a pretty name, Her face was always smiling, She was a maid at that time, Her mind was a little bit light, She loved that man who used to roam in the streets, She was nice, He - I forget his name - used to talk to her and He used to smile, She used to argue a little bit with him, They loved each other, Nobody knew anything about her family, but I think her dad was a poor man who abandoned her For a handful of local money at that time, She lived with those people whom she served Since she was a little kid, She never went to school, but She was very smart, All next-door neighbors loved her, I used to see her talking to that guy Whom she loved in truth, Years and years passed since that time, Nobody knew if she passed away or she is still alive, but All I know that her name is Marouma.