his brow taught romance

جفنه علم الغزل
ومن العلم ما قتل
فحرقنا نفوسنا
في جحيم من القبل
ونشدنا ولم نزل
حلم الحب والشباب
حلم الزهر والندى
حلم اللهو والشراب
هاتها من يد الرضى
جرعة تبعث الجنون
كيف يشكو من الظما
من له هذه العيون
يا حبيبي ، أكلما
ضمنا للهوى مكان
أشعلوا النار حولنا
فغدونا لها دخان
قل ، لمن لام في الهوى ،
هكذا الحسن قد أمر
إن عشقنا .. فعذرنا
أن في وجهنا نظر

his brow taught romance,
and with knowledge that would kill—
so we burned our own selves
in a blazing fire of kisses— 

and we cried out, unrelenting,
the dreams of love and youth,
dreams of roses and dew,
dreams of dalliance and drink—
bring it from with a pleased hand,
a sip to send forth the madness—
how would he complain of thirst,
one who has these eyes! 

o my love, is it every time
we’re brought together for desire some place,
they light the fires around us,
and so we turn into its smoke… 

say to whoever blames desire,
such is what excellence commands!
should we long for love our excuse
is that in our faces there lay such a sight—

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