O' wind !
I am jealous
Of thy blows,
Envious of thee
And thy windy touch.
Get me swept,
Cast me away,
Scatter me
Somewhere,
Nearby the traits,
Where I feel existent,
And where my heart beats.
Right there,
Beside the angelic hair,
To go through it,
To blow it,
As thou dost.
Make me thee,
Hidden,
Unseen,
Swift as thou art,
Able to hover high
Across the sky.
Able to swiftly wind
Across the earth.
To the sun,
Fling me
To turn me into rays,
And every morning,
May I be the sunrise
To stream through,
And gently land down
On the eyes,
And have them awoken
To my warmth,
To my light.
And in evenings,
May I be the sunset
For the eyes to behold
Their charm reflected,
And see the beauty
And mystery they hold.
At nightfall,
Like darkness,
May I befall
On the divine features,
And inhabit the voids
Beneath each part,
And may nothing,
Nothing do us ever apart.

#Rachid #Oulamine