Birds of Spring

O birds of spring, will you not tell us whyYou sing, and whom your melodies descry?

For you have stirred our hearts to grief's lament,And with your song made tearful eyes consent.

Come, let us scatter sorrow's cloudy screen—For sorrow comforts sorrow's own demesne.

Poetry

Echo of My Dreams

Publisher Taawun Press

Page count 163

Publication date 1936

A full list of all the poems from this book

Love of the Impossible Confusion A Salute to Farouk To My Mother The Prisoner Beautiful Dream Echoes of my Breath Moon Greeting Life Cries The Wretched Beauty Reproach To the Forgetful Spring Hope Grant Me An Artist Wish The Roaming Bird A Passing Reflection The Thirsty Soul The Enchanter On the Shores of Aswan The Wandering One O Nightingale The Lamenting Bird Where To? Despair and Hope Reflections of Solitude I Adore You O Heart To the Artist Between Me and God Do You Remember? Echo of My Dreams I Wish From Beyond the Graves I Complain to My God