Under the banners of melancholy

The banners Of a mournful melancholy Wave Throughout our land... Nor can it be said That here live a people Who are building Something new. Here and there in the shadow Of the banners An effort can be seen, A gigantic struggle To triumph over death, To give birth to something great, To bring a jinni to light! But (oh, irony of fate) From all that labour Only a mouse is born. And thus this comedy Bursts our vein of humour, And we ourselves Burst into rage. Over the threshold of each house That contains a sign of life Mournful melancholy Unfolds its banner.