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.

My heart is so bright, not because of its soft whiteness, but because of the dreams that dwell in my chest thanks to your blue eyes.
I tried, like any story, to hide my flowers so you wouldn't see the trace of your love on my face.
My waters are warm, and all these phrases don't hide my longing for you. Yes, I am a prisoner of my longing for you, and it's not strange to see in my heart all the wishes that hide their dreams with a silent veil.
I am a story of longing; my rivers are nothing but a legendary face of waiting, and my boats are nothing but calls that know no destination but you.
I am your lover who hides his love with all happiness.

I will love you in deep silence and from a wide distance.  I will love you without a sound, a whisper, or a song. I will love you without telling you or pointing you out.
I will love you with every distance, with every despair, and with every absence. I will love you with deep absence and deep separation. I will love you from afar, look at you from afar, and be happy with you from afar. I will love you secretly and privately, between me and myself, and I will not tell anyone about my love, not even you.
I will love you forever until the end of life, but in silence and as far away as a star.

I am so happy that I love you. My days, hours, and moments in your love are unforgettable.
I am truly happy and grateful for your love. Without it, I wouldn't have felt this great joy, this great peace, and this great light.
I am happy with your love, happy with your eyes, happy with your cheeks, happy with your lips, happy with your smile.
I am happy with your love. In it, I learned the meaning of longing, the meaning of yearning, the meaning of waiting, the meaning of morning, and the meaning of evening.
I am so happy that I love you. You are a different person, a different kind, a different thing, and a different world.
How can I not be happy with your love when you are a dazzling, unrepeatable world, and a shining star that fills me with light and joy?

Your morning refreshes my heart. It tells me that love is something dazzling, and that it is a companion like your gentle soul.
A morning with you is something different, for you are the jewel of the sea that only a legendary lover can understand.
Your morning is delicate but also wise,where your voice is as enchanting as your blue eyes. Yes, your charm is something dazzling.
you were sitting there in all the light, and I couldn't get enough of looking at you. How could I get enough of looking at you when longing overwhelms me?
I couldn't help but greet you and seek you out. You are my eternal destiny.
Your morning was filled with longings hidden behind eyes and words. In fact, it was like listening to you with my heart, for you are the only one in the world who speaks to my heart.
Your morning made me a legendary lover.

Here, far from you, thirst inhabits the eyelashes of my eyes that long for you. The sunset has exhausted me, for there are no birds here, no bright colors.
Here, far from you, silent moments steal me and the joy of my morning. When will you rise? When will the colors of dawn rise from the distant galaxies? Then my celebration will be great with you.
Here, far from you, I dream of a cheerful smile hidden among your shores. Oh, my dearest one, teach me a warm nighttime sigh and a gentle morning smile.
Here, far from you, I learn nothing but silence and solitude that steal my breath. So, I look forward to seeing your eyes every day. They're the only thing that makes me feel like myself and come out of my loneliness.