Friendship is a star that guides
Caravans with precious trades.
It moves through the sky with them
As with Magians it did roam.
Hard their way, but that star pleads
Brother moon, whose round face leads,
Skies of night not to be dark,
Stars to twinkle ways to mark.
Friends may come from far and near,
But Aleppo gives those dear,
Who get quickly into heart
Filling it with snug delight.
Friends give deep sighs of relief
That fills sad hearts with new life,
Which makes them to larks all ears,
And builds new life full of cheers.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEN