In a world where love is not forsaken,
Why is it, Cupid, thou raise a brow?
Show me where I am mistaken
And with thy arrow I will show you how
If I shall write ‘til it be morrow
And mine heart doth perish a thousand times
I will not be able to lay out the sorrow
Thy strike had left behind
In a letter to him let me show you
But the bitterness of a poisoned soup;
‘My voice has lost its tune,
And when I speak there is no sound
When you and I hath parted
Oh in my heart, an incurable wound
With a pulse that no longer plays
But the sounds of thy favorite ruin
Answer me,
What benefit will my eyes serve me?
If they cannot see thee
What use shall I make of my ears?
If they cannot hear thee
What touch will I want to feel?
If not the touch of thee
If not to you,
To whom then must I be?
My blood runs cold and my skin becomes lithe
When eyes of mine meet thy withering brown eyes
To a sea their darkness takes me
Away from love, away from light
Yet I, not unhappy to sail
In secret, in thy hithe
Pale grows thy heart when mine lips turn rose
Mercy thou forget
When on my neck thy hand runs cold
In silence thou stand
With moral control
Oh to a love not so sacred, not the likes with no foes
The hand I kiss I worship
And mine lips serve none but thy…
For the jewel of my world when you asked me
With servility I let you ply
When thy ring doth lose its sparkle
Eyes of mine will have gained its shine
Without a word I remain idle
In front of the greatness of thine
Fare you well now my sire
And yet again when we part
Heaven witnesses I am patient
To meet thy cruel heart'
See now thou Cupid…
Give me thy lyre and I will sing
Give me thy lyre and I will play
A harmony so tender, so naughty
That it turns even the good astray
And leave me alone then to cry
O'er my poor state
And dare you not, good deity
Act bewildered at my fate
How must I see but by blindness?
When in thy holy book of love
Only in sin man becomes righteous
Fare you well thou Cupid
To whom now must I tell?
That there is nothing more than circles
I have ever loved so well
Such a nice start with a good poem, Heba. You may like to read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful and rich. But takes me back to the old ages and the time of the prophet and stone age.