NOTHING
Nothing binds me to your name
Nothing
Nothing else brings me back to Islam
Nothing
Nothing makes me enter the paradise lost
Nothing
Nothing sparkles from the celestial land
Nothing
Nothing takes me away from the faithless damsels
Nothing
Nothing joins me to beautious Houries
Nothing
Neither prayer nor moaning
Neither meditation nor contemplation
I am cut off from the Eden
I have become a stranger to my trueself
We are like two friends on distant islands
Who crave to fly on the wings of light and sound
To meet each other face to face
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem