Translator: Hassan Hegazy (Egypt)

 

The unknown that is buried behind my heart 

I much fear it condensing illusion 

Over the ledges of its cover 

I fear it concealing in its soft fine clouds  

the moons of my dream 

For fear that the hand of my mind to stretch,  

shaking me ..

Waking me up..

With a cynical blame

from the wandering of my  agonies  

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How can I grant you my heart now  

 and it was kidnapped by the angels of love

To a space in the open air   

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How can the vibrations of desires to calm down 

when they ripple lightly in the spaces of fantasy?

How and its echo splitting the veil of the will

and stop towards them helpless .. 

strayed, out of soul !