Al Sabah

A morning love poem in formal Arabic, read like a story. In the morning the mountain birds fly through the air and land in his garden like swallows looking for their nest, and they find her in front of them, still asleep on her face in bed. He had held her in the evening and then saw her in his dreams, which let him wander through her wide world without finding a single place on earth to live except inside her heart, where the sunrise was. Then comes a vision: land and sky, clouds like feathers and flocks flying to the beat of two hearts, a world with no place and no time, no day and no night, only love, where lovers have no home except their own hearts. He ends with a list of things he loves: the morning, the perfume, the cloud, the sky, the rain, the breeze, the dream and the nap.