wool feathers

Eid for the bird is the day of warmth It spreads

its wings and seizes them from the cold

It longs for the deserts while they are barren

As it longs for the heights of time

If it were not for the absence of spring from its gathering

What you wish for from the beautiful virgins would have been

Return to the most distant of the beautiful virgins and wait

Return from the warmth to the nests and take your time

And the Eid square, not the flocks, attend it

The day of snow and the day of thunder, not fire

Oh day that angers you, return to its goal

Tomorrow is satisfied if it catches a glimpse of tomorrow

If it flies in the sky, it is far

From what its wings touch and does not return

Oh day in which it becomes a refuge

To a flame that has neither decreased nor increased

It rose and searched for a shelter to warm it

It turned and turned and looked around but did not find it

It rose and looked at the atmosphere while it struggled

And expressed its longing and complained to the scorpion

There is a shelter and if it were not for ignorance, it would have known it

But the day of terror and torment has extended

And the feathers Wool if wrapped in a hurry

And feathers are wool if wrapped around the body

As if the feathers were plucked and could not

be wrapped and could not cover the hand