The night, a café of memories,
On its windows condenses
The vapor of longing,
Breathing joy,
Metaphors of silence…
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The night, a café of memories,
Gazes surreptitiously at me,
A mid-spring moon
In the midst of the sky,
The white thread sparkles…
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The night, a café of memories,
Weighs heavily on me,
The sound of forgetfulness,
Burdens me with its faint hum,
The tears of the orphan…
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The night, a café of memories,
Its tears have dried,
The river of love
Ceases to flow
On the banks of my heart…
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The night, a café of memories,
On its table, pains linger,
Without a bandage,
The wounds of betrayal,
No balm to heal them…
Eid – Nabilah Al-Sheikh – trans. Hatem Al-Shamea
