You're repeating yourself
for the twentieth time.
Is there another man in my life?
Yes. Yes. What did you think?
Even graveyards have visitors.
There are, my dear sir,
a lot of men out there,
and no garden is ever devoid of birds.
You're just an experience I had,
and here I am,
tired and bored from this experience,
out from under your spell.
I'm cured of all
my weakness and gullibility.
Niceties do, after all, always end.
You love me!
There you go again,
dredging up all that ancient history.
And since when did you ever show
the slightest interest in me
outside the contour of my hips?
Where does this sudden gush of love come from?
I was never anything more
than a forsaken chair
among your expensive furniture,
a garden you chose to raze
without shame or repentance.
Why are you staring at my breasts
as if you owned them?
And why do you weep as if you
stood before a lost kingdom?
Your glorious kingdom, dear sir,
has just crumbled.
There. I've settled my score
in an instant.
You tell me now
who's losing the game.
I opened myself to you
like the Garden of Eden,
gave you all the sweet fruit
and green grass you desired.
Today I offer you
neither heaven nor hell.
This is what you get
for acting the ungrateful.
You faithless. If you'd only treated me
like a human being - just once -
this other man wouldn't exist.
A very powerful poem- goes straight into MyPoemList. It's a revelation in man-woman relationships. Thanks.
Sensual love and the physicality of requited; but he failed to, 'If you'd only treated me, like a human being - just once' A beautiful poem with occasional rhymes.
A strong emotional poem nicely executed by Nizar Qabbani
Amazing ability to put himself into the heart and mind of a woman! Although I was expecting a poem about an actual cat, I was not disappointed. This is great writing!
Like the garden of Eden! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Emotionally powerful poem. Enjoyed from first line to last. Great poem indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is what you get for acting the ungrateful. /// Yes I get according to my acting happiness, sorrow, heaven, everything everything of me comes and entangles me according to my acting (gratefulness is grateful to gratefulness faithlessness is faithless to faithlessness)