Alien Eyes - Poem by Muhammad Shanazar
He in whose name I breathed,
Whose name remained on my lips,
He crept in such a way as that each
Recess of my being became fragrant.
I wrote his name on the palm in Henna,
But he met me today in such a manner
As with alien eyes on his face.
Comments about Alien Eyes by Muhammad Shanazar
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye