Night harvester

Eyelid at night conspiracies

Above the bed on the pillows

And sleep does not escape if

The eyelid enters from hardships

And the night is a prison for sleep that does not

Escape if the intentions are clear

And the eyelid is a box if

The box is not closed, then it is asleep

And sleep is a prisoner during the day

Whenever the box is corrupted

The freedom of sleep that

At night exists in conspiracies

Comes and plays with the eyelid

And the morning does not envy it

As if this sleep is soothing and as if the night is a harvester

As if this eyelid is real

And the morning came to watch

As if this sleep is soothing and as if the morning does not watch it

And he wants to reveal the secret, but he only wants the stubborn

He is a criminal in his love

All people signed the rules

He is a free criminal who sees

Safe, no one pursues him

He is a criminal searching for him

He lives on the shores of existence

He who does not sleep is as if

The world is oppressed for every worshipper

And sleep leaves the eyelid Who

is deceived by the night, Nidal

This sleep is sold in

the night of sadness like necklaces

Comes to buy from

in sadness in the night of appointments

And revolts in wakefulness like

the shore of hardship throws him

And dispels the pains in

a time when he sees the prey