HABIBATI

In my revelation
The harp of the goddess of lyrics Persists in playing
I sing....
In the beginning was my beloved and the spirit of God was moving
Upon the face of waters....
My beloved is a godly mermaid with legendary colors.
She descended from heaven unto my waters....
I bathe her in the brine of my tears....
Subtle in her long braids..
Floating in my spirit singing to me.
She intermingles her essence with my burning desires,
Lights the candle of my verse with nectar and passion.

Oh, my beloved, how far I am from you
But I am nearer to death!
Withered like clouds,
Grievous like a violet rose plunged in ice,
And life is but an old, ill man
Thus, I am still waiting...!

Life bears a resemblance to death here,
The eyelashes of the room enclose me,
A lamp in the ark wherein fire warms not the sepulcher
Thus, I am still waiting...!
Am I truly alive..?
Or, is there life living in death?
My wait dances with me, my fears flatter me
And I am still waiting..
I stroll...
I stroll with my ennui, with a spirit enshrouded in mist,
Whilst a sea is rising straight up to the shores of my soul,
And the water soaking the stones of my heart.
In your voice is the murmur of fabled water
Whispering to the sands and stones,
What will come forth, and that will go into a dream,
An eminent dream that will live in concert
And leave with autumn winds.
You appear in the sky saying, Bless this pain,
The pain indwelling in the depths,
Glittering apparently in the spirit
Like a frozen pond in winter.

It echoes like sighs coming from a distant flute
Filling the air with melodies.
Melodies which are chanted by gods
Who cry and moan with the sad tune.
They pray, and call,
"O Allah, who is he who makes souls cry..?"
You have come !
Who you have made out of me a lover
In time where I forgot
That love is like a rain
When it pours on a dead land
Revives it
O my soul's desire
Save me !
I have detested the ruins of my soul ..
And in the lack of mud
I am drowning ..
Baptize me !
Your tears are so warm
To redeem my sins
Love me !
And that would be enough
In space of a yearning desire
Ruins of a tremble..
Tremble of love Filling the jungle of love with trees
Trees that their roots expanded to a memory
Memory that its fire still burning
In time I did not heed fire beside love
This is me who becomes a lover
when a breeze of memory
a wandering spectrum passes by my mind
lusts to be in love