The Desire That Is Unjust
In your emptiness, sorrow has devoured me,
Tell me, who else can ever have me after this?
An empty man with empty hands I stand,
My heart too was an empty land.
That land I longed to fill with you,
Was there any sin of mine,
other than that desire?
The Intoxication of Affection
Affection is such an intoxication, Khubayb . Once you taste it, even the wisest lose their way, go mad and forget how to tell good from evil.
The Only One Close
I burn in the fire of sorrow,
Yet I do not let it show!
Even with the pain of the flame,
see how I smile and move on!
Life goes on within grief,
as if sorrow itself is my only one close.
The Last Belonging
When will you understand? Will you be mine?
Won’t you stop searching for excuses to leave?
Tell me, girl, I beg you, tell me?
See, girl, only for you,
this heart burns in secret!
If you open my heart, you’ll see,
love burns there like endless fire.
Why can’t you see, O girl?
You are the shelter of my heart’s content,
my last belonging.
Devotion
When a husband becomes devoted to his wife, a mother loses her son.
And when a son becomes devoted to his mother, the wife loses her home.