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