Oh, fever doves, Eden is back
Oh, the fever doves, come back!
- I am affectionate to your voices
So when they came back to my apartment
- I almost had secrets for them to reveal
They promised with a rumbling roar as if
- They drank incessantly or became insane
My eyes have not seen doves like them
- They cried, but their eyes did not shed tears.
And they were all baths with Othello
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So they became gurgling except for a dove
- She, like the wailing woman, has a ringing
You remember Layla, far from home
- Pat's heart flutters and he is sad
If he is not alone to sleep, he will rest his eyes.
- Leaves of paper brushed branches
You are crying in pain
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I wish Layla had some of them, and I wish I were
- Fly and Dare have Rkin
Layla is a bamboo stick.
- If they poke at her with their palms, she becomes soft
What a night of bitterness that burns in my chest
What a night of bitterness that burns in my chest
- And the fire of sorrow throws embers at my heart
The two events of time refused to disperse
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Taiz, the eternity wound in Safa
- And it breaks the two eras in the rugged mountain
And if I don't want the tears of his family
- I panicked to a permanent diameter
By God, I will not forget you as long as you are young
- And the birds did not mourn in the clear dawn
And what did she say at night, Mast al-Qatta?
- And I did not shout in the morning, Ghadia al-Kadr
And there was no star in the sky, and she did not cry
- encircled
And the sun did not rise in every shariq
- And not a single eye fell on the plain of the river
And the stranger did not defecate and his color turned black
- And as long as eternity has passed, your remembrance is in my chest
And no female conceived, and no fox failed
- And what a rash of harm in the depths of the sea
And crawled under the backpack Rkabha
- The lack of homework in the wilderness country
Do not think, O night, that I have forgotten you
- And if you are not of me, wherever you are, I remember
Doves cry paper from losing its roll
- And be patient, and I have no patience
So I swear I will not forget you as long as Shariq left
- What is wrong with the teacher of poverty
If only I wish my hair would you stay overnight
- I talk to you until I see the dawn
The hands of time have carried my mount
- on a crippled boat fang and nail
She secretly sent Laila to blame me
She secretly sent Laila to blame me
- And you lead me to one side or another in your religion
She says: You have broken what you promised us.
- By God, I did not break it, obediently, on a promise.
I said in horror to the messenger who came:
- The calamities of her situation will be very apparent to you
When you come to her, extend your greetings and say to her:
- Instigate injustice against Laila and Kasluki intentionally
You, Layla, are considered a sin
- against me and I do not count your sins except
Have I been away from you for the nights I was sick?
- Do you, Laila, put more effort into my illness?
Ignoring what had happened to Layla as if
- I will suffer with it from a free woman to a hard stone
Do not think that I have neglected you.
- And my soul sees that whoever stays away from you seems
Nor does my everlasting heart entertain its life,
- There is no hope, one day, except your affection and affection
Know that I am more youthful,
- I am more truthful with the clear covenant than anyone else
Tomorrow, many of us and you will cry
- And my home will become more distant from your homes
If you punish me, I will not see eternity as a blessing
- For my eyes, I do not find joy or happiness
If you wish, I can make women forbidden except you
- If I wish, I will not feed myself with crucibles or cold
If you wish, we will deceive you and then we will not stop.
- In Mecca, until you sit, facing Najd
He became baptized with the names of this heart
He became baptized with the names of this heart
- If I say healthy, he is accustomed to Eid
It's like, last night, you didn't talk to me.
- He who has a desire desires what does not exist
I promise her my reward, but she abandons me.
- I have no hope, and the promises have not been fulfilled
As if he was a horned gazelle,
- He gave her as a gift something like eyes and a camel.
She stood up and saw us leaving
- To heal the ulcer from a heart that has been hunted
As bright as the horn of the sun, rising
- And early in the morning, its cores were black
I have been long overdue, if despair was of any use to me,
- Or I would spontaneously encounter Jodha
So don't be generous to me, and honor her
- Than you see in us an emphasis on caution
I will tell you I love you
I will tell you "I love you"..
When all the old languages of love end
There is nothing left for the lovers to say.. or do..
Then my mission will begin..
In changing the stones of this world..
And in changing its geometry..
Tree after tree...
Planet after planet...
And poem after poem.
I will tell you "I love you"..
The distance between your eyes and my notebooks narrows.
The air you breathe becomes my lungs.
The hand you place on the car seat becomes...
It's my hand...
I'll say it, when I'm able,
of my childhood, my horses, my soldiers,
And my kitesurfing...
And restore the blue time with you on the beaches of Beirut..
When you were trembling like a fish between my fingers...
I will cover you, when you sleep,
With a sheet of summer stars..
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I will tell you "I love you"..
And the ears of wheat until they are ripe.. need you..
And springs to burst...
And civilization until it is civilized..
Birds learn to fly...
And butterflies until you learn to draw..
And I practice prophecy
need you..
- 4
I will tell you "I love you"..
When the boundaries fall completely between you and the poem..
And sleep becomes on the paper of the book
It's not as easy as you think...
out of tunes...
Nor to enter into a dialogue with a body that I do not know how to spell.
word by word..
And bit by bit…
I do not suffer from intellectual complex..
But my nature rejects bodies that do not speak intelligently...
And eyes that don't ask questions.
For me, the condition of desire is linked to the condition of poetry
A woman is a poem that I die when I write it.
I will die when I forget her.
- 5
I will tell you "I love you"..
When I recover from the state of schizophrenia that is tearing me apart...
I will come back as one...
I will say it, when the city and the desert reconcile within me.
All tribes will leave the shores of my blood.
Which the sages of the third world dug over my body.
Which I have tried for thirty years...
You distorted my masculinity..
And issued a sentence of eighty lashes.
on charges of femininity…
So. I will not tell you (I love you).. today..
And maybe I won't say it tomorrow.
It takes nine months for the earth to blossom
And the night suffers a lot.. to give birth to its star..
And humanity has been waiting for thousands of years... to see a prophet...
Why don't you wait for a while...
To wake up, my love.
on charges of femininity…
So. I will not tell you (I love you).. today..
And maybe I won't say it tomorrow.
It takes nine months for the earth to blossom
And the night suffers a lot.. to give birth to its star..
And humanity has been waiting for thousands of years... to see a prophet...
Why don't you wait for a while...
Good morning my love??
Abilah was amazed by the dressed-up boy
Do not strike me, Abeel, and come back
- In me is the insight of the meditator
Perhaps my Lord is more salty than you, so know
- And he acknowledged the eye of the illiterate in this world
My ropes have reached what I deserve
- Because of her friendliness, I have long been lenient
Did the poets leave from Mutardam?
Have the poets departed from Mtardem?
- Or did you know the house after delusion?
O house of Abla, in the air, speak
- And my uncle Sabah is home to Abla and Islam
So my she-camel stood in it as if it were her
- So come to satisfy the need of the one who is blaming
And Abla will be in the air and our people
- With sadness, the fasting person is the one who is afflicted
I saluted from the ruins of his era
- Stronger and more desolate after Umm al-Haytham
It settled in the land of visitors, and it became
- Difficult for your students, daughter of Makhram
I hung it casually and killed its people
- Claiming your father's age is not a claim
I have descended, so do not think of anyone else
- From me in the status of the honorable lover
How is the shrine and its people squared off
- with two goats and our people with slaves
If you decide to part, then it is
- I kept your passengers on a dark night