I still remember...
how time passed so slow
til five o'clock,
on the campus of Mosul university...

when we used to rush after the last class
to the banks of the river Tigris...
to watch the Sun touch the Holy land of Ashur...
from a distance,

and then we sit and glance at the old mighty tides,
leap over our heads,
an Assyrian warrior...
then soaked, we dance..

our days, we thought, were ever spring then
true, and how divine they were my friend