Ash
Ash
My love, if you look in my books
for love whispers that I lived in,
If you look for a story of a road I’ve
Lived in since I started to love.
Just search. Don’t hesitate!….Wait!
That what you see is a wreck made of ash
It never gets exhausted, never shows tiredness
That what your eyes looked for
Was remaining of hope.
Sleeping under pain.
A body someone lives in,
And that is ME.
This translation was done with my best knowledge as I tried to make it have the same main idea of the poem in Arabic and not to translate it literally.
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silver heart