My darling, I have much to say
Where o precious one shall I begin ?
All that is in you is princely
O you who makes of my words through their meaning
Cocoons of silk
These are my songs and this is me
This short book contains us
Tomorrow when I return its pages
A lamp will lament
A bed will sing
Its letters from longing will turn green
Its commas be on the verge of flight
Do not say: why did this youth
Speak of me to the winding road and the stream
The almond tree and the tulip
So that the world escorts me wherever I go ?
Why did he sing these songs ?
Now there is no star
That is not perfumed with my fragrance
Tomorrow people will see me in his verse
A mouth the taste of wine, close-cropped hair
Ignore what people say
You will be great only through my great love
What would the world have been if we had not been
If your eyes had not been, what would the world have been?
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Oh, to be immortalized in verse...every woman's dream, but not hers...I can only wonder why? Lovely lovely language and emotion.
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what was his first poem
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"You will be great only through my great love"...this is the thought of the century....very great piece.
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please please please put the words in arabic
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good, but I couldn't help feeling as some meaning was lost in translation. I'd like to read it in Arabic.
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this is such a beautiful innocent expression that one can enjoy this piece again and again...its a real classic.
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this trans;ation is very good but it's more touchable in arabic,could put an arabic poem?
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thanks
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very deep and touching..
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nice
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