A Land Uknown

O’ my Djibouti you sight nothing like a sky Your ways far more old than the sea beds If words be told, why then spoken mute no If signs be cajoled, your days be flourished You have seen variant colors, red, blood But no tune or thy oil land rejoiced thee And in many forms invoke thy true past Yet thy splendor culture ever prolong That even the farthest man urge a visit My Djibouti when you breathe, thy sand skid And yet by Allah, you deepen my love As long as the wind of Joura blows a tune Your existence will always be in love Like the years of an unknown star