Sa’adi: “Let me cry, like the clouds in spring”

This is an off-the-cuff translation, but I think we did a pretty good job:


mjc-Sa'adi let me cry

Sa’adi. The “impossible” poet…

Let me cry, like the clouds in spring,
since even rocks cry on the night of separation

Anyone who has sipped the wine of separation
knows letting go tastes bitter

Warn the trip planner about my eye’s condition
–it’s not wise to set off on a rainy day

I’m left with tears of regret in my eyes
like sinners on Judgement Day

Oh, my shining Sun, I’m dying for you to rise
just like fasting people long for the moon to rise

Sa’adi, this love has grown in your heart for years
–it will not leave it, not for years, not ever.

I’ve already shared a lot, it’s enough.
The rest can only be told to those who already know.

About mjanecolette

Writer. Reader. Angster. Reformed Bohemian (not). Author of the erotic romance Tell Me, the erotic tragedy (with a happy ending) Consequences (of defensive adultery), and the rom-com (she's versatile) Cherry Pie Cure, as well as the non-fiction collection of essays Rough Draft Confessions: not a guide to writing and selling erotica and romance but full of inside inside anyway. Coming in 2018: Text Me, Cupid, a steamy romance in four episodes. Current WiPs: Queer Christmas in Cowtown, Jewel of the Not-So-Spectacular Boobs, All In the Cards, and Un-Valentine. Yes, working on four projects simultaneously is a spectacularly bad idea.

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