[منتظر النايف]

A Message


I sat in the evening

To witness the turning of the azure sky

Like a sorrowful tear

.Shed on a rosy cheek from a drowsy eye

Odor and nectar

:The wind carried from her unearthly residence

;Virginal is her smile

;Rejoicing are her eyes

.Frightening is her silence

;Eternal is my love

;Reposing are my words

.I am sublime

Regretful is my soul

:To love who shall never be mine

,A dreamless, charming, delicate

;Titivating, elegant female

;Nymph-like and sublime

.By Allah made and spoiled for another male

,All vanishes but her feminine voice

.Which rings in my ears from time to time

19 April 1996