The Epic of Gilgamesh
The Thousand and One Nights
Unshudat Al-Matar
In every raindrop/A red or yellow flower-bud/Each tear of hungry and naked people,/Each drop spilled from the blood of slaves,/Each is a smile awaiting new lips,/A teat rosy on a babe's mouth/In tomorrow's youthful world, giver of life./Rain, rain, rain,/Iraq will blossom with rain.
