A number of lyrics I have added to my book of life,
Can’t you come tonight to sing one of my classiness?
Without you my thoughts have turned into red embers,
And my sinking heart is burning on hundred burners,
Come with the silky air of your shining hairs,
The smiling lips I need with a quote of éclairs,
Make my lyric a melody that could kill the strains,
Wipe my tears and sooth a few of my deadly pains,
My heart is gradually sinking give it a few more beats,
Your smiling face has a magic of clouds and rains.
This is a translation of the poem
Akhtar Jawad

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