Far Better Farah

I am consumed by the beauty of your words Stolen by the smiles of your lingering languages And imprisoned by reality, as I walked through your world The world that you built on your poetry pages . Tell me, have you only spent your green years To harvest wisdom in the field of saintly sages? And now using your wealth of words to erase fears Leaving joy and rainbow dancing over posterity’s pages. Oh Farah! the far better Arabian wonder, The beauty of brawns that resides in the mean marrows: You drive many hearts to curiosity’s border Now I see the strength that resides in the simple shadows. Thy poetic passion paints the worms with wonders Thy philosophic pictures push the fragile to become agile Thy poetic pen pulls giants out of the palace of grasshoppers Oh little Arabian wonder ! thy poems make mountains mobile.