Whenever the wind blows from Al Ain at night

as people sleep,

it carries fine lines of poetry, like great pearls and diamonds;

I shall welcome them as long as the water runs through its underground channels,

quenching the thirst of the palm trees in their groves,

and verses of the Qur’an are recited, just before sunrise

and just after sunset.

These lines of poetry were sent to me alone by

a perceptive poet

who crafted them with care.

He becomes the lantern

that lights the travelers’ paths in the darkness.