So small , like – an orange- my heart be
But,
It can widen the whole world
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When homeland tortured me,
I killed , buried it deep in heart
Ah,
Where then would l, my heart, bury,
Once my pulse streams get dry?
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All those lean years,
All this desert …
Volcanoes... Tornadoes … burnings…
When heart still is having its
Deep dark green color,
Deeper than all world orchards ..?
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Just two things that senility cannot approach:-
Love … and homeland.
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Religion is loveliness…
Loveliness is religion…
Both are two banks to one river.
The heart that does not know love,
Never can ever worship know
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Love and homeland are but,
Siamese twins …
Alike
Except in that a homeland has borders
Where none of it be there for love
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Homeland is a flesh…
Love is a soul …
Whereof both citizenship - rainbow forms
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I am not a sun
Nor am I a flower of sunflower
Why then,
Heart does not move towards any but you?
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Before you dwelt therein
I 'd never known as such that
My heart had a heart
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You as far as my heart from hand
Close as sun is to my eyes
That heart has two cavities
Why should it have no room else but one for a beloved..?
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Rancor all over the world
Is too weak to conquer ;
Two loving hearts
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At every appointment meeting ,
My heart makes up for you,
Adorns its pulse with warmth,
Tingeing its blood of passion scent
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Craziness of my heart, is only
A clue to my sanity
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Love alone
That makes heart a fragrance censer
Not as it merely does as a blood pump
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Suppose you would escape my heart…
But,
Wherefrom should you have a power,
To cross the bars of my ribs…?!
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© Translated by Sabah M. Jasim