“Enough, Enough, Oh Ocean”: Music of the Pearl Divers in the Arabian Gulf

Abstract

They fight death and all its elements While smiling O how I suffer from the long nights Witnessing those motherless divers Every time a month passes by, another follows Until the eyes grow old. Murshid bin Sa’d al-Bithali. Oh, how lucky are the rich Who no longer cross the ocean as me. And again: If I was rich and a merchant I would never have endeavored But I'm weak and all I have Is my cane. Fahad Rashid Boorsely

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