Ode to the South of Yemen

Years have passed and sadly miles apart, I dip this pen in the blood-pools of my heart, We cried for help, there’s no response, Our country had fallen all at once. Awake, O heart, an early breeze Is softly sighing in the trees; A swift-winged nightingale has brought Me myrrh and spices from the South, And rumors of the wonders seen Within the courts of Sheba’s queen, Where amorous breezes gently stir Above the languid head of her Whose image still tormenteth me Across the golden foaming sea.

Omar Ahmed Alkhulaqi is a Yemeni poet and musician based in Bahrain. One can find more of his information here and on his Facebook and Instagram.