by John Duncan
Translation by Edward Powys Mathers (1892 - 1939)

Alone
Language: English  after the Arabic (العربية) 
I shall never see your tired sleep
In the bed that you made beautiful,
Nor hardly ever be a dream
That plays by your dark hair.
Yet I think I know your turning sigh
And your trusting arms' abandonment,
For they are the picture of my night,
My night that does not end.

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This text was added to the website: 2003-11-03
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