From within your eyes, I hear the echoes of your affection.
They travel with the wind far and beyond these vast lands.
And I hear them from my heart, as though your lips have uttered to me.
They tell me how we will fall together in this bottomless pit called love.
They are painting our fate like a master finishing this unfinished painting all done.
What an art; this canvas has almost lost its blank spots while this tangled rope in our way is being undone.
My Allah; finish this painting, this is the brush I want to be colored with,
so please listen to these words spoken by my tongue.
The deep pupils of her eyes are my coolness freeing me from the heat of the desert sun.
And the sun rays in the sea are greeting us with peace while our hearts beat as one.
Ya خَير,
With سَلام my heart greets,
Let's unite, for that is what our hearts please.
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You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
