Thee Poem by Fayssal Chafaki

I will roll up the carpet of life when I see
Thy pretty face again and shall cease to be
For this self will be lost, my rapture, and all
The threads of my thoughts off my hands will fall
Not I whom thou will find before this self have fled,
Thou will be mine soul in mine own soul’s stead
All my thoughts of self will be swept from my mind
And thee, only thee, in that place shall I find
More precious than heaven, than earth more dear
This self will be forgotten if thou wert near.

I will kiss thy lips and feel them warm
If poison, poison kills, thy lips do no harm
If wine, wine bedrunk, thy lips give more
If some ice, ice melts, I kiss thy lips I adore
Because I found them honey, than sugar so sweet
Bound, so small, watery, hiding wee crystal teeth
Bashful, red flowers, over thy cheek, plenty colours
Beneath thy hair which gold its glitter hours,
I shall kiss thy lips and see what will happen
Before I close my eyes and after I have them open.

What can I tell thee more than love thee I do?
Is there any truth for love to be one or to be two?
If it is one, one love I know, in one love I believe
If it is two, which heart hast thee trusted to deceive?
Thine or mine or could it be only this self
That destroyed the fame the Almighty took from Delph’?
Then it is this self for thee that I made my last battle
Won over my foes for thee and left them to rattle
My pretty soul, call this self for thee and give order
If I bring to thy feet from the sky a star to hold’er?

Will thee my pretty soul my touching thee allow?
For if I would do, I would do with love and follow
My finger tracing thy soft body and never care
Till I see thee changed all colours and one rare
Till I could see thee taken above the white cloud
Where no one could have reached thee who is proud
I will cover thee, thee will cover me both alike
If we hear thunders, we bother not to see lightning’s strike
For thee, I made thy dwelling a castle in the sky,
So that I can never leave thee, or think, or try.