This is an off-the-cuff translation, but I think we did a pretty good job:
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), the award-winning rom-com (she's versatile) CHERRY PIE CURE, and TEXT ME, CUPID--a (slightly dirty) love story for 21st century adults who don't believe in love... but want it anyway. A sought-after speaker and presenter, Colette is also the author of the Dirty Writing Secrets Series, which includes 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, 101 FLIRTY WRITING PROMPTS TO SEDUCE YOUR MUSE, and ORGANIZED CREATIVE. She's also the curator of the fab YYC Queer Writers anthologies Queer Christmas in Cowtown, Screw Chocolate, and A Queer Summer Night's in Cowtown. Releasing Spring 2020: CUPID IN MONTE CARLO.
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