No one knows what I intend,
And no one knows what I desire.
For between me and the moon, there's a promise,
A promise unlike any other.
It ignites a sun that melts the ice,
And crafts magic, a new dawn.
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Oh blonde, with radiant hair,
In you, my dreams remain, through passing time.
A kiss from your cheek, my niche , my princess, white as the luminous moon.
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(I am the one who weeps, and my weeping on the land of separation...
Drains the heart's blood before the tears of the eyes...
From the earth's blood flowed the martyr's blood, the blood of separation...
And the tears of mothers, after reunion became impossible between them...
For so long, the meteor of sorrows aimed to destroy and penetrate me...
And turn me into stellar dust or a stone remaining among the celestial bodies...
But it was hard to penetrate me...
And it defied its heavens to burn my trees and my leaves...
For so long they sought my burning, and for so long they rejoiced when I burned...
But the Lord's ice extinguished what they burned...
And His light ignited what they darkened in my heart like a pavilion...
And a ray beneath the waves of their darkness from a lamp awoke in me...
A living conscience, and revived what was dead in the depths of my eyes...)
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(Beautiful Maya, and what do you know of Maya?...
A hidden love that moves through my heart like cavalry...
A passion and a memory that time cannot conceal...
Nor can the dust of graves and death hide it.
A yearning for you and for your golden era...
And letters of love have become like the Torah of commandments.
I love you, and I know you are destiny for another...
And you love another, and denied my love.
And nothing of me remains with you...
Nor a memory of my love, nor my recollections.
And I know you burned me and burned my heart and my papers and cast down my banner.
Just as you burned my Torah and burned the commandments.
No matter how much you deny my love, it is my love...
Like the prophecy of Moses and the evenings.
For with my hand, I hold my miracle: a deep love, and my poems are my Gospel and my Torah.)
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((Oh, my brilliant star, I love you...
And love, in the madness of my emotion, is glorious.
Your eyes are two emeralds glittering in the darkness...
That surprised my night with weakness and sleeplessness.
Oh, color of the sea's sand and the glow of its sunset...
With the sun intensely bathing it in light.
The echo of your face is still repeatedly resounding in my mind.
I wounded myself with myself, and the pus of my wound flowed.
I don't think I will forget you, my moon traveling in the distant cosmos.
Should I distance myself from you and you from me in the darkness of this trembling world?
Or should I keep kneading and crafting connection to see your face laughing and happy?))
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(Ruwida, and what do you know of Ruwida?...
She kills him slowly and revives him slowly.
She injects him intravenously and revives his heart...
And she has a profusely blooming rose.)
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(Your eyes, oh Houra, are a secret you conceal...
And over the elixirs of passion, you keep silent.)
(I am a
