Raindrops in the Heart

The wine is tasteless, were it not for the lips that drink,
The roses colourless, were it not for the eyes that paint,
The spirits empty, were it not for the bodies that yearn,
And the sun cold, were it not for the lovers running the open planes.

Life plays not in the open air,
The world unfolds not on the universe’s stage,
They play and unfold in the heart and soul of human desire.

4 thoughts on “Raindrops in the Heart

  1. الأرض تتراقص طربا
    على وقع أنغامٍ
    تعزفها سمفونيّة وجودي
    وتغرفها بتلات الزهر لتعرف بأن الربيع آتٍ إلى مداده

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    1. هو عري قدميك
      راقصا على صدر الأرض
      ما يجعلها تتمايل أمواجاً أمواج
      كلّ واحدة نغمة ربيع أبيض
      صاعدة لتتكسر كقبلة أبدية
      على وجه السماء

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