Let me dream a little, for I am a man who hasn't known dreams for a long time. I don't know how to read words of love. Let me live a moment of illusion that will steal me away from this gray world, for this heart is a river of long absence.
You are the most beautiful thing that has happened in my life, and your love is the most beautiful page of my days. How can you possess me to this extent? And how can your blue eyes shine with such great joy?
My love for you is something I cannot describe, my feelings for you are something indescribable, and your smile is something indescribable. So let me dream a little before my happiness with you fades.

How does it happen? I am a brown-skinned peasant from the South who fell in love with a blue-eyed writer, who might once have been from the North.
She is a distinguished, beloved writer who feels the pain of the people and seeks to lift injustice from their shoulders. She writes about politics, which I know nothing about. It is said that politicians have theories and ideas, while I sit among the bean fields, hearing nothing but the chirping of birds and seeing nothing but the flow of the river.
She is the shortcut to beauty, creativity, pure thought, and profound wisdom, while I am that simple peasant who knows nothing about love or the Detian Falls.
How can she penetrate my loneliness? I am a peasant wandering alone among the fields. I had no idea that someone who falls in love with a writer becomes someone who loves reading and poetry.

Suddenly, you are in front of me
In all your glory.
I speak to you gently
And look at you tenderly
Because you are something precious.
You are the whisper of the moon
And the truth I miss.


فجأة


فجأةً، أنت أمامي
بكل مجدك.
فاحدثك بحنان
وانظر اليك بكل رقة
لأنك شيء ثمين
أنت همسة القمر
والحقيقة التي أفتقدها.

I love the moon because its smile is as bright as your soul. It whispers in the ear of my dreams, telling me a long, never-ending story about you. And I don't want it to end.
In those distant, yet precious moments, the moon touches me gently and tenderly, showing me your face. It is adept at describing your eyes, your lips, your cheeks, and your warmth. O strange moon, how does it know you are this warm and tender?
It sits me on your shore in that warm world. It holds the water in its hands, coloring me with it like a morning butterfly, and wets me like a kitten. How happy I am with you.
One day, it whispered in my ear, "I will bring you her smile and her warm spirit." Then, there you were, in all your splendor and light. I embraced you tenderly because you are something precious and valuable.
You are the moon's whisper, the truth I miss.

I am grateful that you are here, that you fill my life with bright and elegant colors.
I am grateful to you because you are different and wonderful.
I am truly grateful, and I have nothing but to thank you for this abundance, this contentment, and this imagination, all from you.
I am grateful, and I will always be grateful, that with your presence you revived a spirit in me that had been absent for years.
I am grateful that, because of you, I began to remember my smile, my passion, my voice, my journey, the birds and the rose; things I had forgotten before you.
I must tell you that I am grateful to you because your love is a wonderful thing that has happened in my life.
I am truly grateful to you because the happiness I feel with you has never happened and will never happen again.

Whenever I see anything from you, my heart blossoms and soars without return. I must tell you that I need you to feel myself. Yes, I need you desperately and without delay.
Come a little closer so that the flowers may bloom. I feel nothing without your nectar, and I am nothing at all without your presence. I only feel happy when I see your blue eyes.
Come closer, so that your light may fill my weary soul and my poor heart. When I see you, I feel my pulse and the beats of my heart, all thanks to you alone.
After a long darkness, I feel my soul that was absent and find my lost happiness. I feel the light of your eyes penetrating me deeply.

Come closer to me, sit here, under this tree, here is a bird singing and a pink flower that never lies. Come, reach out and shake my hand. Come closer to me, and remove all the leaves of distance and gray veils. Come, let's sing of love, and write a poem on this beautiful night. Our hearts are warm and full of dreams. Come and sit; don't stay standing, for my eyes are tired from tears and my heart is tired of waiting. Come, warm yourself with tales of love, for our souls are pure rivers that never know cold. Come closer to me, let's write a new story.

Every day, I silently love you, I silently want you, I silently wait for you, I silently miss you, and I silently dream of you. This is how I live this silent love with great passion and great pain.
Every day, I joyfully write you touching and profound words, even if I don't know if you're reading. This is how I live moments of happiness with you, knowing that you know nothing about my silent love.
As always, every day I need you, I need your presence, I need your sight, I need your writings, I need your shadow. Every day, I need to tell you clearly that you are so precious and that you have taken up residence in my heart with all its strength, and this is what makes me happy with my silent love that I will not tell you.

As usual, every day, I search for you among my papers; I search for your name. You have no idea how my face lights up and a smile spreads across my lips just by seeing your name among the names that have passed by here.
As usual, every day I wait for you impatiently, as if I've lost something. I await your special presence, your special shadow, and your special letters. Perhaps I would like to tell you how happy I am that you came just to say hello.
Every day I write to you, I feel that you are close to me, listening to me, so I express to you what is inside me with a strange clarity that has never happened before. You are the only person I feel safe with, the only person I trust among all people.

I am thirsty for you, and all I have in my hand is a flower and longing. I am so thirsty for your blue eyes, and for your unforgettable radiance. How did all this happen without me knowing? You are rooted inside me and penetrate deep into my soul like a precious and unique treasure. Perhaps you do not know that I live on your memory, I search for your name and your smile. Perhaps you do not know that I kiss the letters of your name passionately, and hug your pink picture passionately, hoping to be quenched, because I am always thirsty for something from you. Perhaps one day you will think of passing by here, just to say hello, just to see your blue eyes, it will be enough for me and quench my thirst.