Rubaiyat’e Oman
Mountains met Desert
and journeyed to the Sea.
Something… everything…
sang as if in beautiful verse.
A Rubaiyat’e Oman
My photographs,
a wordless poem in praise of it.
Urban. Elegant and sophisticated. Cities and towns. Ancient and modern.
Travelling through.
Villages and countryside. Date plantations. Defense turrets. Mountains and Wadis.
Then there is this desert…
Still and silent. Vibrant and pulsating. A life it’s very own.
In the Ash Sharqiyah North Governorate
Reaching the coast.
Sea, sand and everything else that goes with the two.
Urban or rural. In the mountains or by the sea. Even in the desert.
There were birds.
Also seen and enjoyed company of were camels and cats. A small crab and some Dolphins.
And one evening, from the road, an Arabian Fox!
And so the poem was written, to be sung often whenever the stage is set for some tales from travels. Rubaiyat’e Oman in all it’s richness.
