1. ؟

    Why, when you departed, did you not take the memory with you?

    And why is your drunken, husky voice still here too?

  2. ؟

    And your perfume—what keeps it in me? Or is it

    your weapon, to make my whole life bow to your return?

  3. Did you not greet me with roses at the beginning of our affair,

    and build me a palace from your honeyed words?

  4. ؟

    !

    Where, then, is paradise? I have found

    nothing in this love but your red hell!

  5. !

    With all you were given, you hide what is plainly seen,

    though you know best the disappointment you left behind.

  6. ،

    As though you were fighting a war you sought to win,

    savoring victory even through sorrow and cruelty.

  7. ،

    I gave you what you did not deserve—if only it had

    at worst kept me safe from betrayal.

  8. : ؟

    ،

    Did you not say, “She whose life I am shall be saved”?

    You lied: you were the Resurrection and the Gathering.

  9. ، ،

    ،

    Near, distant, impossible and possible—

    whether I lose him or win him, he is a grave predicament.

  10. ، !

    He lies a little—but I love him!

    Though I had no excuse, how many excuses I made for him.

  11. !

    And he is argumentative whenever I reproach him,

    contesting me until he makes me bear the blame!

  12. ،

    ، ،

    Whenever I sinned, I repented; but if he committed

    sins and I cornered him with them, he lost patience.

  13. …

    When my heart longs, I send him a whole newspaper;

    if he answers within two days—if he answers—he sends me one line.

  14. I give him my earth and the sky out of affection,

    while, miserly within his ribs, he denies me even an inch.

  15. ،

    I offer him feeling first, seeking nothing but

    that he understand my love—yet his pride kills me.

  16. ، ،

    Whatever he wanted for our love—if openly—

    I would accept; and if in secret, I would not refuse the secret.

  17. !

    After the calamity, I uncovered his many faces,

    and the gentlest of them in love was the most evil.

  18. ،

    And all the women knew that he was

    green on the surface, a desert within.

  19. !

    I know his clouds better than his own mother does—

    especially when they are meant for another lady!

  20. ، ، ،

    To myself, my patience, and my tears—for the sorrow,

    and for all I endured in loving him—my thanks.

Sol 5.6