Tested And Trusted Allies My Grandchildren
They always stand by their grandfather and their grand mother
by Akhtar Jawad
We solemnly affirm and state on oath, no other, no other,
When life starts becoming an intolerable pain,
Like clouds they arise from the ocean of love, hit mountains,
Sometimes we see their collision, but on us it ends in the rains,
We breathe in these flowers, their attractive colors and sweet odors,
We breathe out what that repels our enemies beyond the borders
Aging has dried our skins and cataract has blurred our sight
Our tested and trusted allies can never be wrong, always right
A treaty that we had signed and locked in grandmother's bosoms
A promise to love and to help each other, in flowers it blossoms.
Life is a bouquet of love, a white ray of light, diverged in colors
Love is a bottle of perfume, with a lever that sprays ecstatic odors.