Poem by phisician and poetess:
Translation: Freeyad Ibrahim
I am you
And you are you
The narcissus blossoms not but in your blood
O, for your harshness!
Even the thrones give birth to a flower!
Has the time not come for your ice,
to melt with passion in the warmth of familiarity?
Be like the flower
be satisfied with nothing but the sunlight and the freshness of
Let your fragrance be unlike any other fragrances
Inside a garden he sat down absent-mindedly, sulky and sullen! !
They asked him..he said
I lost a flower! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem