My only son has gone abroad
So that our living he could afford

The lonely hut is like a body without a soul
Still mortgaged are walls, pillars, and pole

His father – a patriot and partially my partner
Lived for his motherland, deserted me earlier

The voices of agents and makers of a nation
Consoled my tears with promises of ration

Few months were thankful I utterly assent Misfortunes afterward shameful to present

Lecherous and devils round in all directions
Ravishing your chastity be what in relations

A widow with an infant to exist and nourish
Molested severely by whom you can’t punish

Scars on the breast and conscience unhealed
Frequently remind me the torments concealed

My grownup replica, driven by unemployment
Is collecting riyals to remittance supplement

Smile of my grandson, solitude of his mom
Inquire about his arrival ” when papa will come?”

A speechless grandma” how long she lies ?”
To cover the wretchedness in tearful eyes.

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