I had seen in your eyes the dark new moon of my life,
Where no light dwelled, only the hidden language of betrayal.
By nature you were less a lover,
And far more a whore,
Dressing up selfish gain in the name of love.
Emptying yourself of feeling, you came to my door.
I sought shelter, yet you gave me only emptiness,
Words heavy as stones.
And still, I saw you laughing freely with others,
While with me your words were stern,
Your voice hard, unyielding.
Chastity seemed a gift you guarded only to serve your own interest.
And I, bearing the name of lover,
Was in truth a wandering Beduyin,
Begging endlessly for love,
Yet never granted even alms from your heart.
Do you know?
The woman who sells herself for money,
And the one who sells herself for gain,
They are the same.
You trade your soul, she her body,
But behind the mask of love,
Both serve nothing but their own interest.