My Beloved And The Rain Poem by hazem al jaber

I am afraid to the world to rain and you without me
Since you went in the evening and subjective the knot of the rain
The winter covered me with its coat
Then I don't reflect on a cold and not boredom
The wind howled behind my window
Then you whisper, grabs my hair here
I soften I sit down and the rains whip me
On my arm on my face on my back
Then who defend me O traveler.

Like the turtledove, between the eye and the vision
How am I wiping off you from papers of a memory
You are in the heart the engraving planted in stone
I weave you, you went to the right you live in my paint
If you were in China
Or if you were in the moon..