Everything since Homer has improved, except poetry.

“غالباً، عندما أحدّق بكَوأنت صامتٌ هكذا فوق الصحراء المنبسطةالتى تجاور السماء فى دور…”

“What do you do there, moon, in the sky? Tell me what you do, silent moon. When …”

“This solitary hill has always been dear to meAnd this hedge, which prevents me …”

“He who fights on a foreign soil another man's warNot for his family or his coun…”