Truth lies just the other side of anger,
Somewhere in between love and regret.
When walls of self-pity tumble down,
We see for just one moment what we need.
I know that what I said to you in anger
Has severed our umbilical of trust.
And now we are apart, our love is idling,
While I undo my words in lonely sorrow.
I feel your fingers touch me, taste your lips
crush you to my broad chest.
Anger is a storm long out to sea.
By this year,
I know you will be mine,
but
only Allah knows
When?
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I would like to translate this poem
I know you will be mine, but only Allah knows When?