Poèmes en langue anglaise - WASH, WASH, WASH
Wash,
Wash,
Wash,
Wash, wash, wash,
Thy sabulous shores, O Sea!
In waves rising and ebbing to die
Like the countless hopes in me.
I have heard what I hear now, around
The shores of eternity,
The echo of a voice in the sound
Of the living age in me.
So deep that voice growing in my ears,
A song of life and regret
Of childhood, the gray hair and the years
I have forgot to forget.
I value the years, the wrinkles deep
On my brow, around my eyes
But O! for the thoughts that come and heap
On my heart, a world of sighs.
I would a day back to live again
A child with children at play
Without envy, without hate or pain
A child, full of cheer and gay.
Wash, wash, wash,
Thy old brownish shores, O Sea!
But the hopes dead and gone will never
Come again to life in me.
101 p77 Jawdat Haydar