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Saudi Arabia
February 8, 2014
Your love taught me how to be sad
And I need since ages to a women makes me sad ..
to a women makes me cry in her arms, like a sparrow
to a women gathering my broken heart as broken crystal ..
Dear Lady, Your love taught me the worst habits
taught me to open my cup thousands of time at nights
taught me to visit the old medicine ( herbal medicine )
taught me to knocking the door of the wizardry ( witches )
taught me how I go outside my house and walk with no place to go, chasing your face under the rain, and the car lights ..
chasing your spirit .. even in the ads papers.
your love taught me how to walk for hours, looking for Gypsy hair .. that hair which envied by all other gypsies
walking for hours looking for face, voice which represent all faces and sounds
Dear lady, your love introduce me to the cities of sorrows
before you I didnt know this world ( sorrows' world )
I didnt know that tears can represent the human ! and the human without sadness will be just a memory.
Your love taught me to behave as teenager,
to paint your face on the walls
and on the sails of boats
and on the bells and the crosses
Your love taught me how love can change the map of time
taught me that love can stop earth from revolving
your love taught me things I wasnt taken into my account before
so I read children stories and I entered the castles of elves
and I dreamed to marry the Sultan's daughter ( king's daughter )
That girl who have eye, which purest then sea water
who have lips, which red more then pomegranate blossom
and I dreamed of kidnaping her like horsemen
and I dreamed of gift her pearls and coral
Your love taught me what's delirium
and how life goes and the Sultan's daughter doesnt come
Your love taught me how to love you in all the things around us
in the tree
in the dry yellow leaves
in the rainy weather, in the desert
in the smallest cafe where we drink our black coffee
Your love taught me going to hotel have no name
and churches have no names
and cafes have no names
Your love taught me how night can make stranger's sorrows bigger
how to see Beirut ( City in Lebanon ) as women who dress the most beautiful clothes she have every night
and spray fragrance on her for the sailors and princes
your love taught me to cry without crying
taught me how the sad person sleep , as man have no legs
Your love taught me how to be sad
And I need since ages to a women makes me sad ..
to a women makes me cry in her arms, like a sparrow
to a women gathering my broken heart as broken crystal ..
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This is one of the most famouse, greatest poem i've ever read by my favourite poet ever!
called Nezar Qabani
it talking about love and how it can be sad
and also how sadness can be usefull for us to make us feel! feel the real things around us
P.S : I know the translation wasnt that good, but I hope u enjoy it as I did :)
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