and
Dr Hana Al-Bayyati
O
son!
Your
father
Is my
galore.
He
threw my lyre
Into
a big fire.
You
witness
Our war,
Our fear;
You
witness
My
sadness,
And
daily death
No
air, no breath
On
this earth
Your
dad
Has
poisoned
my
blood
I am
done.
You
advice me to run away
From
this tearful day.
To
run away with shame?
To be
called by a bad name?
Virtuous
Freedom
Is my aim.
Sitting in my room
watching the sunshine
Through
the window
Of
the tower,
Waiting for a new prince
To clime up my
Hair,
To save me from the witch, unfair
I look here and there.
I
find myself chained
To a
deer
And a bear
O my new prince!
where are you, where?
No
body is there.
No
body is there.
Niamat
Allah Nasir
And
Dr Hana
Al-Bayyati
I
knew nothing
About
my feeling
Until
he was leaving
Everything
was calling
Him
back to my sensation:
My
tears, my pen
My
heart, my passion
All
attracted him to my meeting,
Watching
me praying,
God sent
me a blessing.
He sent him back to me , while waiting
Now the
sky stops raining
The
birds are singing,
The
flowers are blooming
The
doors are all opening
To
celebrate his coming .
Dr Hana Al-Bayyati
Not
to fall in love again
Is my
decision
I
would rather stay alone
In
this melancholic zone
You have gone
Very
soon
Leaving
me alone
I
have learnt a lesson
Not
to be done
By
a nasty phone
The
wings of the dove
Are
now broken
By an unrequited love
I
will find someone
Who
will turn my loss
Into gain
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