Translated by: Shamal Akrayi
Music makes me forget everything except your eyes
The violins stick with drunken dances on the pupils of your eyes
Thus melodies flow from them
And you from distance raise your hand and say:
Oh! Mad man doesn’t go in sank!!
I will coil your hair on air with my three fingers
You turn to me and your waist in my hands will drowse
My lips which I cannot control them will lick your neck
Sorry my lady
I am mad and at the gate of the sea
When I see you in that green dress which is sprayed with apples I became madder
No, no, no do not arouse your tiger eyes to me
Look how nice is this lip-stick prints’ on the wine glass
Oh! My sweet girl, due to you
I am mad so for the sake of God notice that.
I will come, yes I will come
I know that your eyes are waiting to receive the spring time
I will come; yes I will come and kiss your underarm with its thin breast wearing thread.
With such a wearing you were showing of yourself with for many days and hide your angelic breasts under
I will come and put my signature on them.
I realize that your cheeks which are like figs
Won’t bear my moustache hair
But doesn’t matter
Step by step they will learn to have their touch
They will miss them
I can read your dreams
You can read my dreams
We are one since we have not seen each other.