For you are a moon ever so close

My life has attracted you

With passion as well

My heart has fallen in a surprise

That I have seen you

Cheers , where is the candy? , waving of branches and the rushing kids?

And the people who say

“ you are my only feature”

How , while I have my mother’s eyes

The day she loved you just for me

She ran towards me in a hurry

It was all so vivid

In her eyes filled with stars & honey

Mother displayed issues that spread out like lilies

Oh dear

People neglect that and insist

“you are my only one feature”

Let it be so, strongly

But how did they forget my mothers’ story

And the view of my farm

And even my guests who repeatedly ask for tea

And sneak … one by one

They said : you are the mother of miracles

That’s to my advantage as well

I have started to shine because of you

My dreams pull me to the land

The farmers as they are

Revolve around themselves whenever there is a rain cloud

As for me .. I only think of your affairs

Among them , gazelles licking each other behind the hill

And With multiplied passion

Farmers keep falling in mistakes

Falling

They do…such as rain

And trembling

Before the taxers and silver coins

This happens I wonder

In steady inhalation

Whenever the season draw nearer

Then we smell the first (lorry) to enter the country

In the same manner ..i saw you the first day

Flowers started mixing my soul

Is it possible ??!!

With my own two eyes I saw good

And noticed my future in the lightning

But I was never sure

From the prophecy of that old lady

She said : her family has charmed you (with magic)

For you to miss the season

But it’s simple….and red

It’s the herb of love

It drags me from my home into where ?

I was comfortable before this

Had my own way of tying the turban

And the birds were fine

But now I’m lased

Here , in my ribs

The herb of love has caused me much

And man fears

And keep going

As a river deteriorating behind the commotion of joy

As that , alone

I kiss the good soil

And clap

Like a light piece of cloth

Wallowing among the sugar canes

What happened to you , oh poor

Have you not seen a close moon, toying with someone?

You have seen it now,with passion

For my sake, do not say so

Don’t rush in the speech

Everything has a measure

That’s what happens for anyone

As well as for the gazelles’ in the valley of (Onsa)

There, gazelles clash at one another

Undergoing what we underwent

Happens to anybody

Happened to my forefathers as well

So, what is left for me

Beside improved seeds and a little prayer

O God

Is it to this extent?

The herb of love is secretive?.