The night
I said: the gloominess died,
And she talked: slowly –
It is still rest from it,
O, my love!
I said :
And the break day –
How did it rise?
She said:
That is glow circulates from his eyes,
We smiled together,
And we became drunk,
By heeltap –
Of our golden drinking glass,
I said:
The darkness died,
Hence she said:
A poeticalness night,
From our passion,
It had gone,
I said:
Let's repeated it –
As a hilarity night,
And perish in a fondness intoxication.
Basim Alaoda
Sep.2007
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting poem, lovely.