سالم الياس مدالو
At the time of
tides the fishes flee
Toward the luminous
Agate horizon
Escaping from
The sea surging
Waves and from
Foolish sharks
And the seagulls and
Penguins dream of
Sunny spring day
After months of brutal
Freezing cold
And peregrine falcons
And hawks disturb
The peace of birds
Seeking a safe horizon
On the shore free from
Thorns boxthorn and
From bitter gourd
and I enter the hermitage
Of my life to play upon
The lyre of my soul
Melodies of the
Green grass
melodies of the dew
And of agate rain
