I Will Not Talk Anything

 Listening to a poem

 All the bones of your heart   

Broke into pieces

 And all the leaves fell one by one

 Once you asked me, 

Who do I love more, 

You or poetry?   

 I listened to your question      

  And like an exiled king 

Suddenly entering the abyss of the past

 I contrived you in the form of poetry

 I know and Know the poets of the world since time immemorial 

Love and poetry's conjugal loyalty 

I see in you my poetry, may be 

Sometimes you are my muse

The powerhouse of my existence 

The anecdote I wrote to your resurrection

 Instead of becoming fascinated hearing the poet's voice, you were estranged and perturbed 

Whenever I hear your sigh,

 The spring of the blood-stained water of the Tigris and Euphrates flows in my heart

 I loved you more than poetry 

But today deserting my world 

  You flew away in search of another world.