Fazza's Poems

17. Melody of Separation

A girl passes by my chest ribs, and her home,
This is still her home
She didn't change through years,
neither did I
When she revealed her beauty and I hugged her,
She asked me: "What is love?"
I replied: "Home, sweet home."

I wish I didn't have a beating heart

And I wish when she gets sleepy, she doesn't blink much.

And have mercy on us
Her shirt got jealous of her jacket when it touched her body,
When she revealed her shoulders as an act of pride and spoil.
Then a branch of longing leans toward me and I encourage her
To lean more.

May Allah save us when she comes toward us,
And may he save us when she goes away.
(referring to symbols of beauty and femininity)
She is the most precious and the most beautiful among all beauties,
And known of that;
She has a small waist and one-of-a-kind large, shaped ......
She said: "Oh, how beautiful is the rain "and the rain said:
"I'm coming to you now "
And she got surrounded by clouds from all sides.
I told the sunlight to let me know when it passes by her,
'cause I wanted to see how will it look like,
To pass by another light.
She left me yesterday, but I didn't leave her;
I sang the melody of separation and sorrow.
'till now, my heart is still her home, her home...
She didn't change by time, neither did I.

Translated by: Fazzannella