Three time, and you are still longing to leave me,
And I told you three times , Don't go!
Seems like the passion is gone,
The current situation between us seems to be ending,
After all these years of love,
the lover is forced to miss the other sometimes,
Because of my morals I stayed patient,
And because you are my precious who moves me,
With your natural Kohl (the Arabian Eyeliner) Your eyes are the nicest.
In sweetness, you are the sweetest,
And between the shaped waists, your waist is the best one.
Poem originally translated by: http://afangirlsguidetofazzapoetry.tumblr.com/