Human Hearts Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I am a hill too small and you are a high mountain,
Still I stand in front of you making a green valley,
On the right a green carpet on the left a fountain,
At your bosom I see the beginning of an alley,

That vanishes somewhere below the hard stones,
I know you and I know your magic of creation,
Waterfall is your art I listen to its noisy tones,
Did you ever think my magic of lovely recreation,

For beauty and love it's a corner bench,
My heart that got art of love from nature,
Is deeper than unexplored Mariana Trench,
Who knows it completely and its rapture,

A lonely bench in total dark, totally closed,
When my beloved sits with me in the night,
The deepest corners of hearts are exposed,
And the narrow alley showing you so bright,

With a kiss of her lips is tightly closed,
The alley vanishes in the depths of a heart,
O Mount Everest! You may vanish here
Careful! Do not try magic of human art,

Just watch, a fountain of love is there,
Thanks for the alley and water of the fall,
In the closed trench enough water is here,
Please leave us alone and that's all.