Treasure Island

Ibrahim Naji

((1898–1953))

The Dream of Infatuation


No love but Wherever held a place and I don't see
for me other than that a homeland and a location
My homeland all nights long is his home
As long and as far away he gets,my love is where he stays.
And when inhabited earth embrace us
its moments are populated daily.
No difference between her north and south
as they are bearing greeting to my heart
And they are pressing my knowledge and seldom
time preserves the custody of my heartbloods.
And if I cry, so I cry from the fear
That our infatuation is just a dream
And maybe the significance of our intention .So I cried out
from before we shed the tears from our distance.

Submitted: Friday, September 06, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013

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