Imanmajed,can you tell us what you think about that poem,I could not really make much sense out of it...well,at least I know that obviously the person in the poem was left by a beautiful girl because of his mistakes or egoism but I don´t understand how Arab horses,camels and birds have anything to do with a broken heart or an unlucky miserable relationship?
I think that poem is not from his own experience but rather his imagination and creativity,he may have used a story that he has heard?When he recited the poems,he didn´t seem overly emotional or sad about the fact that this "queen of my heart" hes left him,but that´s only my impression.
“I am sorry” (or possibly Sorry,sorry)
How I loved the impossible, how I hauled impossibilities…until I reserved
my place in the first raw
I love a pure Arabian horse, because she symbolizes tradition… both in
Arab and non-Arab countries
And camels and birds and the sea and land and its fondness…and love
and kindness and poetry with every letter of its alhpabet
Poetry is state, and change into a thousand states… from humility to
love to hostility to arrogance
What I wrote I write from knowledge not from ignorance.. the sun of my
thoughts never sits and embers of my creativity are alive
A lover his his genuine feelings, and a poet has his imagination… He
plays his feelings on the strings of Samaritan melodies
The northen wind howled, and it felt like my heart from north… no south
could sense the wind outside
It’s all for the eyes of my beloved and the queen of my heart alone… a
queen with dark eyes and wild features
I remember every time the northen wind blew through her shawl… and
buckled around her slim body fold above fold
And I remember every time a branch bent, her body didn’t… Her body
has some of a branch’s curve and the branch has some
And I remember her morning laughter, and the night through it… and
her forehead like forenoon sun on Eid Al Adha
And I remember the color of her cheeks every time they mention her…
two red roses in a garden, not a vase
And I remember her smile, her tenderness and her fondness… the smile
of her lips and the naughty look in her eyes
Before she went and left me without a telling me or leaving me a
messaga… I’m narcissistic and in her love I never knew narcissism
What do I do with a loved one who considers my heart her property…
and the problems is my heart agrees and my inner self is satisfied
The problems is how I’m longing to her but I can’t get in touch… Love
judges, who can resolve my issue
Since she took my heart from my chest, she needs to find me a
replacement… and if she doesn’t have a replacement, she needs to give
it back
She shouldn’t leave me without a heart, it’s a burden for the lover… she
knows I have one intention, not fifty
If her heart tells her to stay away I still wouldn’t trade her… How would
I trade a beloved so dear, no one comes close
She shouldn’t part for long, and she should consider coming back a
favor…. and returning the favor is the duty of a real man
One look at my eyes, while we stand face to face… is enough and
makes up for not feeling her hands in mine
If I made a mistake, I told her a million times… a person makes mistakes
and repents, and God forgives his sins
How wide is every wilderness and how many grains of sands are there…
How many hard and soft branches are there on the face of the earth
And how many people go on a pilgrimage to the House of God and pack
their belongings… how many people say: May the Peace and the Grace
of Allah be Upon our prophet Mohammed
This is how many times I’m sorry… sorry, sorry, as long as I have the
ability to say sorry
A youtube video of that poem:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZ50omYzzmA