Hark the sound of the wind
Feel the Affable breeze over thee
Rays of the sun there you’ll find
Leaves are falling from the blessed tree.
Oh! Raptors are here again
Leopards by far took their award
Look, he shot at the newborn lion
Alas! Weak being is easily seized
Flowers were blossoming here once
Remember when you plucked some
And the garden, too, lost its elegance
No more beauty, no more calm
Pity for destroying one’s sake
For what’s gone never comes back
By Abderrahim Elouahabi
By Abderrahim Elouahabi
