And the debate is still loud a storm
Between the poem to the poem,
Or the poem to the human being.
There are those who philosophize with colorful words
To write his poetic text,
About dreams about his virgin love at night
Or spinning in the vicious circle with words to fall into a spider’s web,
There are those who write short
To communicate the idea with Japanese haiku.
The best words are what are few and meaningful.
And above the high poetic platforms
The poet reads his long poem
In the hall we even hear the listener snoring
And whoever reads the poem in short words
Behind it, the palm groves are music that lights the hall with lights.
The planets revolve around the sun of the poem to ring out from the conquered space!
Is he a poet with words
The mother of scholars in the lights
When we read our residents qatena Al-Jabbar and Al-Mutanabi, Al-Jawahiri or Muzaffar Al-Nawab, we enjoy a lot
Imagination or content
Or Nazem Hikmat, or Eliza, and Ayoun Eliza, or Neruda, are surprised by the wording of the words
That centered on candles and lanterns
This is how we taught the heroes of the words they play
Like music in every time and place
The word is for the sake of man.
Because he is the only one who excelled in making
The letters are from human ribs
It is not from dirt or water that ancient ideas invented.
Let the words of your poems be,
Candles illuminate the trail,
Towards freedom of man and peoples.
2020/12/15 Windsor / Canada