A Pen’s Respite
By: Fathi Al-Sayyadi

My feelings and senses have grown weary,
As I sail through sorrow and dreams,
Delivering messages that echo
The emotions of humankind.
I dive into the depths of their oceans,
Searching through the affairs of their hearts,
Revealing what lies hidden,
So every troubled conscience may find peace.

I'm worn from my cries,
Though my attentiveness was always graceful.
Now, gray has touched my hair,
And still, my hopes remain unfulfilled—
Though I kept a watchful eye on all.

I believe I've delivered the message,
Explained it with clarity and clouds,
Advised both lover and stranger.
My purpose has always been clear,
And to all, it appeared
Comforting and sincere.

Now, I retreat for rest—
My pen, too, takes its respite.