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تسجيلO’ God
Feb 11, 2021 02:28 PM Feb 11, 2021 02:28 PM
O’ God ! I wander all day and pine through time, And seek some comfort in my rhyme. The noblest of rhymes overflow with love, The sweetest line - the musical and pure - Are written down for the heart as a cure. Men turn as they pay to the holy place; To Laila’s home I turn my face. Twice people say their prayers at dawn; When I think of her’ I know not the times I repeat my own, Laila hid behind a crowd; Her lip betrayed a smile, Like the break of morn, Or the sun as it shone. Her sweet breath filled the air, Made perfumed roses seem less fair. A shiver ran through my form From head to toe As though my eye had met her own. Let’s love: All men are mortal but love never dies: Laila and I loved with young eyes: Our love story which is now alive, To our successors will continue to survive. Generations of men will die and go past, But our true love will forever last.
الكاتب: أحمد شوقي
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