(Dedicated to those drunk eyes and sweet smile)
Translated by: Shamal Akrayi
I am lost in the drunkenness of this city
As a hurricane of the passion..
Whirled in the oldness of the justice.
I take the fireplace of an cold night as a shelter
I am waiting a caravan
To pass in front of me
To spray it with smell of dance
and the perfume of the waiting
In this travel..
I am a cloud of rain and a field of farewell
I am a basket of sorrow suspended on the arm of the time
My eyes towards the remote shores
Do a long journey
My sight in your waiting is an old habit.
Let’s go to the journeys
And fill our pockets with springs
I am in all the days
A black dress from wildness
Come .. in all the days
I am a wale rose in the spring
Come ..in all the days
I am an inactive smile of a dance
I am an angry tear in the journey
I am wet eyes on a crossway
I am a wounded heart by the suspicion
I am a naughty child in the pasture
I am lover lust for the dating
Come.. look at the age of my drinking tumbler
How is now become so old of your lips wine?
through the broken mirror of the meetings
My hopes on the chest of wind are wrestling
Come.. for you, I am all dating.
In the mornings ..
When the moments of our are approach,
A morning respires
And An evening smiles
An angelic breath
A good omen embrace
A lusty night
Oh! Here is our night
You and Me will migrate in the silence
Here are our baggage full of traveling
How can I make your laugh understands
that I have nothing except it!,
My dance has no melodies
And My wedding has no party.
How can I make your black eyes understand?
That I have nothing except it!
My night has no sky and stars.
Has no tastes and colors. And
Just come one time
To tell you :
in the love religion,
There are no identities nor borders
There are holy things
In it’s passion no guilty ones or ranks
So just come
Let’s be two mad lovers
Or even tow loyal friends
Just come to sing a love song
In your lonely ( mihrab )
In your love ( kibla )
I am a( Sufi.)
In the climax of worship..
Give me a daily kiss from your lips
And of course a short dating
To let( zim zim ) springs
From your hands and your embrace.
Come to tell you :
In the religion of love
The prayers and ceremonies are :
Kisses, honeyed words, promise and decisions
So ,Just come.. to tell you
How much I love you!