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تسجيلThe Burning Flute
Feb 11, 2021 09:11 AM Feb 11, 2021 09:11 AM
How many times my love as the night covers the earth I wander alone, and in the dark no one complains but me. I make the tears a tune and I make the potery a flute And would a wreck responds that I inflamed in my ardent love. Fire stirs in it and the wind blows away the rest. How miserable is the flute between destiny and between fates He sings and sadly sings returning my complaints. Sympathetic from our kept secrets on the love of innermost secrets Until a shadow appears. I have known him in my youth He comes close to me and he comes close to the lips of my mouth And suddenly my dream disapears and my eyes wake up And though I went listening and listening I wasn't familiar but with the echo.
الكاتب: إبراهيم ناجي
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