Listen" now to the story of Kemal a young prince of the east descendant of Sinbad the mariner who believed he would "change" the world but, bitter are the "intents" (plans, designs) of Allah and "dark" the souls of humankind
In the Far East least of places Once upon a time too long ago A flask lay down empty Water moldy all along In town Mosul in town Basra Ατ the old date palm tree Weary now cry the children of the desert ancestry Only a youth of chosen legacy only a scion of royal blood Shrieks the mourning song of woe and heads towards the old tree Bedouin folk stare and wonder With eyes full of misery Oath to Allah he now binds them Yearning years are about thy Lords high mighty caught a glimpse of the youth's nigh bravery Off they go the wrathful wretches Wolves of envy Lions of sin Two the rivers trailing heaven Euphrates and Tigris both Wide and wild goes the hunting for the renegade son On him falls the scourge like rabid lithe unruly hounds of gore Tied chained he meets the Hangman Caliph's vengeful horrid hand Black the promise milk and honey of the rushing morning scene All for giving up his promise Gasping one last final glee Figures holding fast the shutters Pair of camels red scarf wind Prophet solemnly stands porter Paradise now welcomes thy Side by side high and low clouds gather as they strove If not only for Damascus's Soaring glory star of hope A month and a year later face they gaze to Allah Who all knowing and all forceful Speaks his truth to rash Sevah My downtrodden dandy come what may men don't change Whole cold steel and blazing fire Realms of men are born to be Sweet night to thee Kemal This is how life shall ever be
Hopefully I can go back to Greece for a visit in the next few years. I miss the pitadiko down the street.