Lover cry

I love him and lie to say I forget
His palm leaf truly relieve for whoever passed across its shade

I love him inasmuch as I saw wrong
And I say o welfare how to find and meet you

I relate to him about my worry and what happened with me
And he relate to me to recount my tale with him

I tell him how his abandonment had stoked a flame


I love him as much as poems I wrote
And from yearning to be with him

I love him as palm dancing on both banks
And like Tigris singing on its sway and course

I love him while still immature o people
Keep apart from his passion and faith I think no more of

He the soul to become at farewell time
He all the entire universe whose meaning I lost

He fears generations might revolt
To play in my thinking and how nice his play

A portrait of my love and madness is art
He made me a poem and with poetry exalted

I would die if his hair waved in the wind
And would melt soon and easy as I meet him

I win if he safe and soul would soon part me
And would not hear my salaam but moaning and ah

Even who blame his madness read him in poems
And I clap with my hands and in all my person I say Allah

Source: Hana