Analysis of The birds ' hunter

The birds ' hunter
By :
 Dr. Yessry El-Azzab
Translated by:
Hassan Hegazy Hassan

- Good morning, my little bird.
- Morning of jasmine, my sweetheart.
-You are cultivating hope in the barren land.
- Saying, while you are in my arms.
- Addressing you: Let me pour tea and your arms kindly are embracing me.
-leaving you, the tea is, lightly,
spilled over you and me.
-And our souls and veins drink
and satisfied.

- And run, racing all the birds.
-  And happily, we are outrunning them.
- -With an army of birds.
-And ascending onto the horizon to the skies
in an ascent of identity,
loving our humanity,
-Picking for hope in an endless livelihood.
-And in the misery and pain, our yearning grows.
- Lovers ….and hope is stretching,
 and his wings, kindly, embracing us.
-Air is swinging us …up and down,
Kindly protecting us.
- Feel happy my sweetheart.
- We sleep and night in our hearts,
hides in our happiness, and our dreams are woken up when we wake.
- Coming true on a pretty morning.
-A morning of birds.
- A morning of jasmine, my sweetheart.
- Good morning, my little bird.
-A singing morning …..
- And we are flying, heart to heart,
 soul to soul
- From happiness
We need no more
We need no more !!