تابستان

یا ابا صالح المهدی

Ya aba saleh al mahdi                                                                                                              

Tell me   Tell me   where you are

as I long to kiss your foot prints

Tell me where you are

as I long to make a potion out of that

dust to cure the ills   

to sooth tormented hearts

and as a gift of good omen

On hearing your name   

tears flood the eyes much like rivers bursting their banks  

hearts break much like crystuls   

Hearts sign in sorrow of your absence

Tell me when you come to us

to free those bleeding pigeons  wounded by stons

How long are we ask to the God and bescech him

for your coming