A Poem By The Ruler Of Dubai

Note: As we complete our book collection from the Middle East, we bought a copy of **Poems From The Desert authored by His Highness Sheikh Mohammed Bin Rashid Al Maktoum, Vice President of the UAE and Ruler of Dubai. There are about 27 poems and I am not yet done reading all of them. Below is the first from the collection. Hubby and I both agree to its beauty and that it should be shared to all of you.**The book has a foreword by Paulo Coelho

A Mother's Lament

With sorrow she approached me, to speak of her son.
She seemed a broken soul, mistreated by him...

She thought that he valued her so dearly,
He who was part of her own flesh and being.

Wounded, she came to me when her hopes had been dashed,
She came with pain no time could measure.

She said: "After his father's abrupt demise,
I took care of him, and raised him so dearly...

An orphan with no place for shelter,
A mere infant, still sleeping in his cradle...

For his sake, I took up a servant's job,
Hoping nights' promise would someday be fulfilled...

Years went by, and grew into a man,
The day I awaited had finally arrived."

She paused right then, with silent tears,
Running down her cheeks, her pain I could see

With a broken voice, she spoke once again,
Of how he threw her out of the place they called home.

At first I kept silent, my soul was enraged
By the cruelty and injustice, brought upon her.

I said to her: "Your rights were denied as if in a lion's den,
They will be returned to you, after the beast's defeat..."

With an intention to help in such difficult times,
I called for him to reprimand his wrong-doing.

My words were interrupted by her pleading voice:
"What are you doing?" she asked in a startled tone.

"I am his Mother, Sir, do not condemn him.
How can a mother's heart oppress her own child?"

How vast is her forgiveness, how tender hear heart?
When empowered she pardoned and forgot his cruel deeds.

A portrait of The Ruler of Dubai on display at Burjuman Mall.