Monday, 14 May 2012

. Yesterday, my heart broke .

By Allah the sun does not rise nor set,
but that You are in my heart and in my thoughts.
I do not sit in the gathering of friends,
but that You are my conversation among the people.
I do not remember You in grief or joy,
but that Your love is woven into my breath.
I do not intend drinking water in thirst,
but Your image I envision in the glass.
If I had the strength to come,
I would, dragging my face or walking on my head.

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