Nay!
I love you,
Nay, I hate you…!
She let me leave for a dream,
A dream which turned out to be
My nightmare
Lost in its swamps,
I wandered,
Pursuing threads of smoke…
No place could embrace my weariness,
But cold, dead emptiness
Sheltering my soul…
Pale, cold and sad,
The Moon lost its brilliancy,
And night became long and heavy.
She planted me in her bosom,
Making me dream
And live in a different world.
I love you,
Nay, I hate you…!
Nay, I won't surrender to this madness,
This madness that drags me into you…
I will erase from my memory
Your charming eyes,
Your lunar face,
Your fairy hair,
Your pearly breast…
I love you,
Nay, I hate you…!
I'll cast out of my soul
Your voice and perfume,
Forget the lips
The lips that bathed me with fire and nectar,
And ask the nest of my hand
To let the sparrow of your breast leave…
After all, will I be able to forget
And reconcile with my spirit.
Nay...!
Copyright © Munir Mezyed | Year Posted 2006
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