With two crystal glasses on your table
Wait for her
With three perfume drops on your chest
Wait for her
With the red purple fading sun kissing the horizon
Wait for her
With the patience of a horse used to mountains' slopes
Wait for her
With seven pillows stuffed with light clouds
Wait for her
With the flame that lights your candles
Wait for her
With your male smell filling up the room
Wait for her
Don't hurry
So if she is late
Wait for her
And if she is early
Wait for her
And if she is on time
Wait for her
And don't frighten the birds on her braids
And wait for her
As she sits at ease
Wait for her
As she breathes your room's air
Wait for her
As her dress rides up her legs
Wait for her
Take her out onto the balcony
To show her a moon flooded in milk
And wait for her
Don't look at the dove twins
Sleeping on her chest
And wait for her
Caress her hand slowly
As if you were removing some mist
And wait for her
Talk to her
Like a flute talks to a scared violin's string
And wait for her
Shine her night hour after hour
And wait for her
Until the night tells you
The two of you are the only left
Then take her smoothly
To your desired death
And Wait for her...
5 commentaires:
alors .. bien le bonjour à toi inconnue... Ce n'est pas parce que j'me sens obligée que je poste un commentaire, c'est juste parce que .. plus je lis tes articles, plus ça me plait ...
salutations d'une masochiste qui suivra désormais ton blog et qui aime bien ta façon de t'exprimer :)
wonderful lesson of love!
I felt like I'm living these moments . C'est vraiment très agréable ce que tu as écrit.
Isn't it a poem by mahmoud darouiche translated? I love this poem and I like your translation ;)
Indeed, most of my posts are free translations. You can notice it iby checking the tags under each post. If there is the name of the original text's writer, it means it is a free translation.
Glad you liked it. U're welcome. :)
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