عبد الرزاق الدرباس

و قفة ندم

My God, my sins are countless

حتى متى

My thoughts dwelled on love's enchanted night

ليته جاء

Do not say: you are the cure for the wound

آمنة

Suddenly.. without preamble

أحمق الحب

The words stir in my soul, so set me free

حروف الكبرياء

From the past ages, poetry was a collection,

في رحاب الضاد