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When your memory passes through my heart, my ribs are straitened by the passion beneath them. And I marvel at our estrangement after such intimacy, and at our separation after such nearness.

إذا مر ذكراكم بقلبي تضايقت

1. When your memory passes through my heart, my ribs are straitened by the passion beneath them. And I marvel at our estrangement after such intimacy, and at our separation after such nearness.

١. إِذا مرَّ ذِكراكُم بقلبي تَضَايَقتْ
ضُلوعِيَ عَمَّا تَحتَهُنَّ من الوَجْدِ

٢. وأَعْجبُ من تَشْتِيتِنَا بعدَ أُلْفَةٍ
ومن نَقلِنَا بعد الدُّنُوِّ إِلى البُعدِ