Tanka # 185

A la poursuite de ton parfum
je meurs comme une abeille
ivre dans le cœur
de la fleur
de ton amour

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Letter, March 26, 2019

Choose her from a place of strength and abundance of love, because your heart does not tire from gazing into the mystery of her eyes, because she enlivens your soul and with her light fills up your life. Choose her because you want to be her anchor and safe house, because you want to cradle her desires and dreams, because you are so full in your love for her that you are able to make her overflow with love and light. Choose her because you want her with your whole heart.

Free Verse # 437 (la femme que j’aime)

أمام عينيها
صمتت أشعاري
ولم يبق من قلبي
الا شعلة ترتجف
لهمسة، للقاء

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استودعني الشوق
رحم القصيدة
وهناك بقيت ملتحفاً
بصمت الكلمات
منتظراً الفجر
ليأتي من وجهك

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قصيدتي خصلة
في شعرها الاسود
تارة تتمايل
كالنسيم على خدها
 تارة تنام
كالطفل على كتفها
 تارة بين عينيها
تغرف لقلبي
حياة من انفاسها

~

Not with my eyes, I see her with my heart.

~

Tired of books and of reading
my heart burns with one desire –
to gaze and gaze deeply
into the sea of her eyes

~

She is gone –
still, I’ll carry her light
deep in my heart,
I’ll remember her face
when I gaze into
the eyes of another,
I’ll feel her breath
warming my heart
on solitary nights.

She is gone
and this pain I am left with
will one day blossom
into a red rose
like the one she loves.

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What are they good for
my books
if I don’t have your eyes
to drink from and
night after night quench
the fire in my heart?

~

كل كتبي
ما الفائدة منها ان لم استطع
ان اشرب من عينيك
لاروي العطش المحترق
في داخل قلبي

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A la femme que j’aime…
Le regard de tes yeux
achève le poème de ma vie,
le poème que je n’écrirai jamais
mais que je vivrai avec toi.

With My Heart

Not with my eyes,
I see her with my heart;
with my heart
I touch her face,
run my fingers through her hair;
with my heart
I hear her voice,
her laughter,
her unspoken words;
with my heart
I listen to her breath,
know what she keeps
locked in her heart,
her deepest longings,
her fears, her dreams,
her desires for tomorrow,
and her boundless ache to be loved;
with my heart I know her
and offer her my heart,
my life and manhood;
with my heart
I gaze into her eyes
and see my life,
past and future,
our unborn children,
and count all the stars in the universe
one by one;
not with my eyes,
I see her with my heart.