Sympathy
I wince
whenever your name comes up
All ears, I seal my lips
keeping your secret a secret
(... Your mouth is ripe with desire
your eyes brim with tenderness
your body trembles as it calls... )
Anyone who mentions you cuts me to the quick,
and so I come to you in the heat of the noon
to whisper the story of dawn
You...
You...
My only creed!
The literal translation of this poem was made by Atef Alshaer
The final translated version of the poem is by Sarah Maguire
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الصیهور says:
هذا شیء عجیب ...لاکن ماوراء کل ظن...ما هذا؟