تزوّجتني رغم أنفَ القبيلةْ
وسافرتْ معي
رغم انف القبيلةْ
وأعطتنْي زينبَ وعُمَرْ
رغم أنف القبيلةْ
وعندما كنتُ أسألُها : لماذا؟
كانت تأخُذُني كالطفل إلى صدرها
وتُتَمْتِمْ لأنكَ انت قبيلتي
she married me, in spite of the tribe
and she traveled with me, in spite of the tribe
and she gave me zaynab and omar, in spite of the tribe
and when I used to ask her why
she would take me, like a child, against her chest
and say “because you are my tribe”
افدي قمراً لاحعلينا وتلالأ
ما احسنه رب تبارك وتعالى
قد حل بروحي فتداعفت حياة
واليوم نأى عني عزاً وجالاً
ادعوه سراراً واناديه جهاراً
ان ابدلي الصبوة طيفاً وخيالاً
لو قطعني دهري لا زات انادي
كي تخترق الحجب ويروين وصلاً
لا مل من العشق لو مر قرون
حاشاه مللاً بي حاشاي مللاً
العاشق حوت وهوى العشق كبحر
هل مل إذا ما سكن الحوب زلالاً؟
Yes! My soul will be sacrificed for you!
You are the full moon. You rise, and you shine.
Praised and glorified be God for that shine!
You invaded my soul, doubled my life.
Then, you left—with that noble pride of thine.
Today, I pray to you in secret, or
I shout out loud these mad love dreams of mine.
Life tears me to pieces, and still I shout:
Pierce through these veils! Let me drink your love’s wine!
Centuries of loving, and he’s never
bored with love. Never will his love decline.
My lover is a whale, and my desire
pure water—an ocean—with no end time.
Can a whale grow bored in a pure ocean?
— jalal ad-din muhammad rumi
I love you
as if all hearts were a mirror of mine
as if life were invented for my love
I love you
O how much I deleted from your lips
built my heart into a road and a house
hung it as a cloud over clouds
and how I equated beauty with you and her fantasy sprout
and how and how
I love you
the light in your eyes has withdrawn
it has been flooded
our hair like drifts of snow poured on your shoulders
braided, tied or loose
I feel time has melted in my eyelids
solidified and tumbled
like silence.
Your eyes are two palm tree forests in early light,
Or two balconies from which the moonlight recedes
When they smile, your eyes, the vines put forth their leaves,
And lights dance … like moons in a river
Rippled by the blade of an oar at break of day;
As if stars were throbbing in the depths of them …
And they drown in a mist of sorrow translucent
Like the sea stroked by the hand of nightfall;
The warmth of winter is in it, the shudder of autumn,
And death and birth, darkness and light;
A sobbing flares up to tremble in my soul
And a savage elation embracing the sky,
Frenzy of a child frightened by the moon.
It is as if archways of mist drank the clouds
And drop by drop dissolved in the rain …
As if children snickered in the vineyard bowers,
The song of the rain
Rippled the silence of birds in the trees …
Drop, drop, the rain
Drip
Drop the rain
turnnoffyourmind
dailybridgerton
