The poem that inspired this story was originally thought of and written in simple Arabic. Its meaning though might be universal as it describes the continuous human search for guidance and need to clarify the confusion about man's destiny and the world around him
In an Arid desert
With a torrential wind
A scorching sun
serpents, lizards and scorpions
cactuses dispersed
Here and there
Far in the distance I see a mirage
I can see the lure of the rain
I carelessly headed toward it
Unwary of any pains
I walked and kept walking
strained and thirsty
I kept walking and walking
Finally I reached the mirage
It was night time, then
In an arid desert
With a torrential wind
Its scorching sun
Yielded to a full moon
And an absolute darkness
It wasn't a vision what I see
The mirage was a truth
That was a lake
Of water, oil or medley
I can't tell
It was too dark to see
But, I looked around
where is the moon, hidden?
Its light,
Why is it obstructed?
There, inside the lake
I can see the moonlight
Coming from deep within the lake
Emanating from the moon top
But, is that really the moon
This is much brighter
That wasn't the moonlight
What I saw within the lake
That was a shrub
A blessed olive
Neither of the east nor of the west
Its oil lit with the moonlight.
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