Day by day, beloved, what storms may come...
Like mercury, like the crucified,
My love escapes compassion
And is thirsty.
Like the light at sunset,
My love carries with it the hours of the day
And hides them in the chasms of the ocean.
Like one homeless,
My love is without shelter
And the tempest buffets and assails it from all directions.
Like the Orient,
What is most beautiful about my love is the past;
And like the Orient, it knows that there will be a Resurrection.
Fresh, washed in the stream,
And carrying with it the glory of the sunrise.
What is most beautiful about my love is its promise of days to come.
-- May Rihani
(Translated from the Arabic by Suheil Bushrui)
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Call me totally stupid... (Score:1)
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She has been seriously ill, and has been through debilitating treatment for it. On top of that, she has been visited with tragedy in her life. I have some hope for the future, but right now I do not know what is happening. The poems are a statement that I will be there for her.
Since you're not her, just take the poems for what they are. If you enjoy them, good. There are some very good ones, thoug