Azza El Wakeel

Azza El Wakeel

 

 

 

 

A Gypsy In A State Of Love

 

In an ornamented gypsy's dress

My tresses decorated with red roses

My neck and wrists with necklaces

And bracelets of gardenia

The jingling of my anklet

Foregoing to your meeting

Announcing my arriving steps

The sound of my castanets

Echoing in the open space

Whenever I beat my tambour

At the beginning of evening

After the sun departed

Leaving a touch of its setting

On my cheeks

My shyness of meeting you

And my timidity's instinct

The sparkles of stars splitting the sky

The moonlight slipping from concealment

A gypsy in a state of love

Left without an earlier appointment

Sure of my love

Your picture engraved like a tattoo

In my fantasy since birth

Longing for you haunts my insides

Yearning to find you runs in my blood

But after I left to meet you

After waiting so long

After breaking the chains

And overstepping the limits

I woke up from my dream

To discover that my braid

Wasn't yet undone

I was never decorated with red roses

And gardenia

Never ever wore an anklet

 

 

 

 

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