Songs Shall Kill You
She was laughing so much
Starring at my face
And her soul would expand as a lake
catching my fear from its end
Holding my hand so tight so I can feel her love
Oh,
That city
That house
That room
That ancient window
Those tiny freckles on your face
Which the war had copied
and pasted as wounds on my memory
And Those crimson lips.. How pale they became!
How could I color them now, with my gray fingertips?
Oh..
I beg this war to take me
This solitude may not suit me
And you, my darling
Have changed .. Changed a lot
Since our last hug
Your face is no longer like a glorious morning
News of death, and names of martyrs had tortured it
Even your body.. It is dry, as if you are a model of sorrow
Your excessive generosity
Your negotiations with your wild despair, tortures me
I realize that you are dressing up for death
with all this sorrow
But..
Don't think of me too much
Don't worry about me when you reach the heaven
I give myself to the ecstasy of the evening songs
Believing in what your crimson lips said once:
Darling, one day the songs will definitely kill you!
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Translated by: Fatima Naimi
Copyright © Dia Alshirqati | Year Posted 2016
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