Poem: O Rounder of Softness, Indeed, the Adversary is Sweeter
O rounder of softness, indeed, the adversary is sweeter
And ask the singer of the beautiful melodies
Beauty is precious, but the more beautiful is priceless
And everyone is a buyer in my marketplace
The clouds soar high, and the sky above is even higher
And no knowledge surpasses what I know
If it is difficult, just say difficult is made easy
As long as you desire me, then you are my longing
I love to tame the mare that is exquisite
I also cherish each charming glance that captivates
I love to travel with the clouds that rise
I love to see the light shimmer above the clouds
I love to spend the night with the dawn that unfolds
And I sketch the sunbeam at the break of dawn
O you who set fire to my heart and then departed
Stay on my heart and be compassionate
Honor the dear one who lives a humble life
He dedicates his life to the heights that I cherish
I chose you from all people to be my heart’s companion
Where your essence is my quest, my comfort, and delight
I did not seek someone else to embellish
If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have given you my heart
Poem: I Am at Ease Loving You, But Did Not Express It
I am at ease loving you, but I have not expressed it
You, yourself, have made it hard for me to reveal
Last night, when I offered my peace
I doubted whether my eyes could guide you
A flash illuminated my eyes, and I felt fear
My heart’s aches reach you
May you never have seen in my eyes
What are the meanings of the regrets that befall you?
Out of fear, I withdraw to avoid burning
I fled from your sun to your shadow
Afraid of love if I were to fall
You do not burden me near you
I wish I had you, but I found none
Some part of you left me with all of you
I do not know if what I said was right or wrong
Indeed, you are my beloved, and I will keep you
Poem: O Poem of My Life, Write Me
O poem of my life, write me
Every day, a letter from the melody of your love
Have mercy on me, O love, or slay me
Do not leave me hanging in your sky
Every time you take an hour from my life, give me a moment
A moment from an hour spent in your embrace
I see life, while death lurks within me
Ah, those who seek you and do not find you
I spend the night with the moonlight of your image in my eyes
And the morning beam awakens my longing for you
When the guide leads me, I bay out of yearning
And when your image appears at my side, I cry
How is it that this comes from the love of my heart?
O sweetest of all, tell me what has overcome you
If I persist in reproaching you, please forgive me
For I have overwhelmed you with anguish from my longing
Poem: What is True? The Heart Witnesses for the Heart
What is true? The heart bears witness for the heart
If it were true, I would be enchanted by you
Between you and me, there exists love from one heart
I wish your affection would come to you and not reach me
I wish you understood how the longings have multiplied
And I wish you could feel the many aches of yearning
I never complained of the heat, while the weather turned cold
Nor did I spend sleepless nights through the years
Nor did I walk through life with luck standing still
I never challenged the pain or the moaning
I laugh while I conceal the wounds of loved ones
I hide my secrets from every eye
I do not wish to make the heart a source of envy
Alternatively, my torment reveals itself in my eyes
Some things are bearable, while some are unbearably heavy
O, the wounds of the sorrowful heart
From those who resist time, and the heart defies
The world has tilted to the left and right
Deceptions have misled me like the Arabs’ words
Your heart wants to, and I assume you want me too
Poem: What is Left for Me to Give You That You Have Not Received?
What is left for me to give you that you have not received?
All that remains is my soul, which I live for you
I describe your beauty whenever I sing of you
And I adorn my days with your memory
O absent one, present in my heart, yet I do not see you
Closer than my veins, yet hard to reach
Fate has separated us from your eyes and your desire
There is no doubt about it; trust in my passions
O sun that shields me from the night of your absence
There is no harshness in your commitment to our promises
What can compare to you, O desire of the heart’s longing?
With a beloved, there can be no substitute for you
My world cannot thrive without the sun of your presence
Night becomes lonely if your moon ceases to shine
The thirst of love only quenched when you are near
And the heat will not cool without your shade
My eyes cannot perceive beauty without your presence
My ears cannot be delighted except by your melody
My heart would not beat out of love if not for you
And without you, I would not acknowledge any feelings
Poem: I Can Stop My Tongue from Speaking
I can stop my tongue from speaking
And I can prevent my eyes from seeing
And I can keep my hands from reaching
And restrain my ears from the tales of the world
But the question remains: how do I transform
My thoughts if my imagination extends?
My wandering mind roams despite my insistence
Whenever love arises or crosses my mind
Every star in the sky becomes submissive
In circles of the universe when the earth feels tight
My heart is captivated by the beauty of your shy glance
You sold your love in my heart and bought it back
O springtime for my spirit across all seasons
The scent of your love flourished and blossomed
Your ghost hurried past me as usual
The pride of your specter is like a cherished dream
Warnings failed to relinquish the heart’s anxiety
While my empty soul slumbers, my eyes remain awake
I ask you, tell me, even if it seems intrusive
How do you slay those who see you without knowing?
Poem: Time Took You Away from Me, Leaving My Longings
Time took you away from me, leaving my longings
I wish it had taken your memory from all my pages
The heat has ignited my life, wishing it were a moonlight
Do you remember the days of the moon? How the evenings turned to sleepless nights
How the wishes turned into complaints of existence?
Why did time extinguish in you?
Why did security vanish in you?
Time took you away from me
O beauty of my days and the grief of my present
O joy of my heart and the delight of my view
Do you remember the love that was hope?
Before it turned to memory
Do you remember the happiness and my eagerness for you?
I approached the meeting with you
And the moment of great longing
And the heart that leaps with joy
And the dances of seconds at the appointment
And the whispers of truths before and after
Why did time extinguish in you?
Why did security vanish in you?
Time took you away from me
Poem: Allahu Akbar, How Eyes Wound
Allahu Akbar, how eyes wound
How does the pain of the eye never heal?
I thought eyelashes were tender when they trembled
The lashes of the eye provide no refuge to anyone
The day my gaze met yours gently
My heart leaped, clapped, and trembled
It enveloped me like clouds do with rain
In my eyes, lightning flashes, and my heart thunders
It deepens my wounds and renews my scars
I said enough, but she said her eyes said more
Fold that hair over the shoulders
And bend down and walk away
A single glance from those captivating eyes
Puzzled me with promises and unfulfilled oaths
Is it the eyes that command or do they not command?
If you took my heart, stop there, O happiness