Nageh Ahmed from Egypt: “Staying up late is torture”

Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού

I thought I would forget you, my love

You are my love and my companion

So I stuck to memories

Oh my love, you are my eye

Wherever you come, you are

Everywhere you remember me

I have companions who have invited me

Since my eyes are in my longing

Staying up late, the sleeplessness of lovers

The letter of love has become my home

No seas can buy me

Oh nights of passion are my religion

I contain like the night watchmen

A nap so that you can forget me

Under the heat of minors

Her habit is to contain me

I went and got the misery

My forehead has been spilled

From the letters of jasmine

Her love nourished my arteries

In unparalleled beauty

Her name is the light of the eyes

Her voice engraved my genes

You told me to soften me

In the meeting of the beginning, see me

The union was afraid of my time

She said the last words

Say my farewell, my fetus

The last words and my fig

The shelter of my certainty has passed.

©®Nageh Ahmed – Egypt

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