Shower me with the streams of your flowing perfume in the pores of my soul ....

And the crystallization of your traveling rain in my red globules... .

Breathe into the melodies of your magic the remnants of honey ....

And the divine marble fragments ....

Like the light of your proud neck, pure silver ...

Before the birth of your face from my sunlit eyes...

Promise me the dew of the scattered hawthorn as a passion for your lips ..?????

Promise me the shine of the rose water .. ...

Leaning on the crown of your purple tongue...

The slender one in longing and seduction....?????

O cycle of my captivating alphabet in the sanctuary of lines ..!!!!!...

O yearning of my tired letters in the courtyard of my days ...

Pain and palm and yellow rose .!!!!!...

You are a string ....

Like the scabbard of my sword...

Like my guitar ....

Like the cave of al-Raqim ..

You are a string...

You repeat to me ...

Like the pendulum of my clock at the peak of my sleeplessness ...

In the midst of my loneliness ...

Your name is a string....

And your letters are a string....

Promise me with it ... ......