My pensive wife, My lovely wife,
You remind me of his life.
My father is a wise-man,
For evilness, he asks me to ban.
You tell me he is like your father,
Say much about, I can't bother.
He is a fair,
For death, I can't bear.
Eye-drops is full of sadness and sorrow,
For his moral, could I borrow?
My heart is bleeding! !
My wife, I weep weep,
My hurt is deep.
I love you my wife,
As you remember his life.
He is gentle, nice and neat,
Who can come to beat?
Sure you can borrow, as he spent so long with you...with lesson, love, thought, and all things you should learn to be inherit from him to you.....as the best thing to inherit are these things and nothing is equal...may you both have good time remembering your great father,10+_Unwritten Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Khaled nice heartfelt poem. But I got confused at times with grammar, but other than that a good poem.