My Love (Do not ask me)

26 September, 2008 - Friday

 

by Nizar Qabbani

Do not ask me, the name of my love
I fear for you, from the fragrance of perfume
contained in a bottle, if you smashed it,
drowning you, in spilled scent

 

By God, if you even croaked a letter,
Lilacs would pile up on the paths

 

Do not look for it here in my chest
I have left it to run with the sunset

 

You can see it in the laughter of doves
In the flutter of butterflies
In the ocean, in the breathing of dales
and in the song of every nightingale
in the tears of winter, when winter cries
in the giving of a generous cloud

 

Do not ask about his lips…as elegant as the sunset
And his eyes, a shore of purity
And his waist, the sway of a branch
Charms…which no book has contained
Nor described by a literate’s feather
And his chest, his throat, enough for you

 

I won’t breath his name, my lover…

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