¬°•| غَيثُ مِن الَعطاء ُ|•°¬
- 22 أكتوبر 2011
- إنْ وابلاً، فَطَلْ
By: Annemarie Schimmel
"Make thirsty me, O friend, give me no water!
Let me so love that sleep flees from my door!"
Yes, sleep flees, if he sees the burning eyelids,
He would be drowned if he would cross the sea
of tears; he would be poisoned
if he should dare to drink
That potent wine which you
Poured in the gobler of my eyes:
Those eyes which once beheld your radians face
And try to mirror it on every tear...
...Those eyes which are a veil.
Make me more thirsty, friend, give me no water-
My thirst is proof that you are thirsty, too...