I am born in unborn cities
But in the night of the autumn of the Arab cities
Broken hearted I die.
I bury my love in Granada
I say:
'Nothing is victorious except love'
I burn my poetry and die.
On the sidewalks of exile
I arise after death
To beborn inunborn cities
And to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem with beautiful words then the line Nothing is victorious except love'dying of thank u very much