The Birds ' hunter

The Birds ' hunter
By:
Yessry Al-Azzab
Translated by:
Hassan Hegazy Hassan

- Good morning, my little bird.
- Morning of jasmine, my sweetheart.
-You are cultivating hope in our dried land.
- Saying and you are in my arms.
- Saying: Let me pour tea
and your arms kindly are embracing me.
-Carrying her, 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 are outrunning them.
- -With an army of birds.
-And ascending into the horizon to Skies
in an ascent of identity,
loving our humanity,
picking for hope an endless livelihood.
-And in the misery and pain our yearning grows.
- Lovers ….and hope is stretching
his wings, kindly, are surrounding   us.
-Air is swinging us …up and down,
kindly protecting us.
- Feel happy my sweetheart.
- We sleep and night rests 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
and from happiness
we need no more
we need no more