I have searched for a woman's love...
Increase your passion for me.My most beautiful fit of madness.
Make me drown ,oh my lady.
For the sea calls me.
Make me more dead.
Perhaps as death kills me,i can truly live.
And,oh most beautiful woman in the universe...love me.
I am the one who loved you till the fire burned me....love me.
If you allow me,i would love for you to live within my eyes.
Your love is my map,the world' map no longer matters.
I am the oldest city of sorrow.
And my wounds are as deep as hieroglyphics.
My pain has spread like a flock of doves from Baghdad to China.
Oh bird of my heart.
Oh sand of the beach.
And,Oh my soul....
Oh forest of olives.
Oh taste of ice and taste of fire.
My doubt and belief.
I tremble from the unknown,so strengthen me.
I tremble from the darkness.
so hold me.
I tremble from the cold.
so cover me.
And sit next to me and sing to me.
For ,since the beginning of creation.
I have searched for a home for my forehead,and a woman's love that takes me
to the edge of the sun,and throws me in.
Love me...love me.
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" zeidini 3eshkan ziedini"? ow ana ghaltani? :)
bas kteer hilwi.
hilo al wahid ye3abber 3an yalli fi dakhlo..
thanks for what you have post.
you transalted? if yes,,that means you are excellent in English !!!
that's great...did you study in American school? or how did you improve your English Language?
There aren't un American'schools in Syria ,i have diploma in oil i got it after two years study in an institute for oil studies...
Oil an poetry .hahaha...
This poem was written by Nizar Kappany too..
The fortune teller(kare3t alfen jan)
She sat down with fear in her eyes,contemplating my upturned cup.
She said"don't grieve my son,you are destined to fall in love.
My son"the one who sacrifices himself for his beloved is a martyr,
Your cup is horrifce world,and your life is books and wars.
You will fall in love so many times....so many times.
And you will die so many times....so many times.
You will fall in love with all the women in this world.
And you will return as a defeated king.
For so long i have scrutinized fortune telling ,but never have i seen sorrow similar to yours.
You are predestined to sail forever...sail_less ,on the sea of love.
Your life is forever destined to be a book of tears.
And be imprisoned between water and fire.
Regardless of its fires,
Regardless of its past records.
Regardless of the grief that abides within us day a night.
Regardless of the wind,the rainy weather,and the cyclone.....it is love..my son
Will be the best of all fates.
The best of all fates.
There aren't un American'schools in Syria ,i have diploma in oil i got it after two years study in an institute for oil studies...
Oil an poetry .hahaha... "
but that's good you try to find the meaning in Dictionary!! and that's improve your language too :)
I thought there is American school as in Lebanon,and EA..
you have diploma in Oil...you have Petrol in Syria ? :) kidding.
why you do not apply to work in Gulf,,your major is available there.
or you don't like to leave your Country..?
The next poem you wrote also for Nizar Qabbani...it's good..bas ma3refet al oghneya yalli iza hadan ghanaha. ya tara sho heyi?
zakkerni feeha.plz.
Thank you diamond.
I didn't notice the subject first,,
thnx.