The smell of your hair under the rain The smell of damp wheat meadow The smell of wet green meadow The smell of wet soil The soil of the roads
of kindness Your hands Raga Abiya Your hands Sadness The rain of the sunset The bottom of your eyes in the sound of your
heart in the city of jasmine Flowers Your hand in the good market Tears in the rain on the marble Wall of goodness
O polluted mud My flower O polluted body of the heart of your heart in the qibla of this heart of your body in the cheapness of the soil
Remembrance of the rain and your body Remembrance of the rain and the body of the soil The smell of flowers In the salt marsh, the wet smell of the soil
has always been the sound of rain, the sound of your footsteps, my lonely companion has been your stories,
when it rains, it reminds me of you, it reminds me of the wet petals on the soil of the salt marsh.
