
Oh dreams, take a pillow for the heart's wound
For the pains have gone away from me quickly, approaching
So, oh waves of the sea, be calm and do not be angry
And do not... follow my wound
And be ashamed, oh pen, and do not compose
For my chest is filled with lamentation
And do not utter poetry on the tongue
So that the distress does not increase in you
And the outcast from his religion cries out
For there is nothing wrong in this world
The letters will sing if they seek
The soul of the refined poet seeks it
Do not seek friendships from the court
of the rulers, for that is a sin that will be counted against you
Do not mix your dreams with people's tales
For dreams may darken like clouds
And my heart rests on my pillow, for love has grown between my ribs
And the excitement of groaning has increased, oh, for love then is destructive
Oh homeland, do not complain or blame your Arab brother
For he is in the state of his homeland, oh from the fire of sadness that burns him
Woe to the days In which I became sane
From the madness of your love, O homeland, has my distress increased?
Whenever the star of salvation appears to me, I disappear
For the hours of dawn in which my longing increases
So I carry my pillow, sadness in my soul begins to rape
Oh dreams, come take my heart as a pillow
For without you, I become as if I am a sinner before you
So the soul cries for my lying companion
And the soul does not utter a calculated answer
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.


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