Monday, June 18, 2012

Ya Amali

As my thoughts and feelings come and go, 
groping for comforts in this world,
no image returns as oft' as hers...

though many faces compete for ponder,
her cherubic countenance and ivory veil
have plundered my store of 
weary hopes and neglected sentiments...

                                                                            yet the candid flame she brought to that dreary room
                                                                             shall soon burnout and the chamber locked,
                                                                           as she sets her gaze Eastward carrying away
                                                                      both lock and key to Bilad al-Sham.

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