O my heart, do not seek out where love is
It was a castle in imagination that fell
Quench me and drink (wine) upon its remains
And narrate my story as long as the tear narrates
How that love became yesterday’s news
And a story among the stories of ardent love
I do not forget you and you have allured me
By a mouth of pure, delicate calling
And by a hand that extends towards me like a hand
Through the wave swelling over someone drowning
And by a glittering that someone lost at night searches for
Where in those eyes is that glittering?
O love, I visited his tree one day
A bird of longing, I sing of my pain
For you, is the slowness of the flirtatious, the comfortable
For you, is the accusation of the powerful, the reigning
And my yearning for you sears my chest
And the seconds are smoldering embers in my blood
Give me my freedom, release my hand
Indeed I gave and withheld nothing
Ah! my wrist bled from your shackles
Why have I left them on and why have you left them on me?
Why did I keep promises when you did not keep them?
Until when is this captivity? while the world is mine...
- Poem by Ibrahim Naji
For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins.
- Quote by Algernon Charles Swinburne