Martyrs OF Love
Poem By: Dr. Hisham Farghaly- Translation By: Tahany Azzab

O martyrs of love…
I call you to be witnesses…
The passion of my lover has flowed into my blood
Do I have the right to ask you?
As if I were a student in the sanctuary of passion
Whoever answers me will be my teacher
Who among you has not had a tremor from touching
the palm of your lover's hand?
How can you escape from the arrow of her eyes?
When she looks at you and smiles
If her shadow visits you in the evening, would you be able to close your eyes and sleep?
Who among you has not drowned in the sea of love?
No matter how a skilled diver you are
Who would love his lover’s Areej's perfume?
Would not you thank God for the blessing of her smell?
Who among you would not love to hear the tone of his lover’s voice?
The sound of the guitar fades whenever you hear her voice
You will feel as if you are deaf to the guitar’s tones
Who among you wouldn't quit talking after talking to his lover?
Would not you hate to listen to words other than hers?
Wouldn't you intend to fast afterward?
Whoever among you could not answer what I asked, deserves all my blame
What I say to my lover…
Oh, my queen…
You stand tall in your palace
The stars are sitting under your throne
You slyly asked me about my birthday
So here I am, after I loved you..
I was just born today….
** Dr. Hisham Farghaly **
About the Creator
Tahany Azzab
CEO at Asia News, Author, Certified Trainer, Mother of Four Children


Comments (1)
so pure