Affectionate Mothers
O thou affectionate mothers
Where you were slumbering tired in the mud houses
And the darkness, shining by your breath perfume.
You who were defeating the fear
by conjurations and soothing the pain by chanting.
The nightingales hearken to you
while Jasmine fall asleep in our dreams
Ah _ thou affectionate mothers
As if the death straightens up a stone above us!
So come! drive the shattered clouds where we sleep
Maybe if you were pouring continuously,a sweet rain from your breath,
Our dreams will grow greener in the freshness hills
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2014
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