Love Poems
قصائد الحب
IIn my palace,
I have built a hundred fountains.
Though they play all day,
none can catch
the sparkle of her eyes.
II
Fall is the season
of the great migration.
Under cloudy skies,
I raise her handkerchief,
but find her scent has flown.
III
In my garden,
I have created paradise.
Alas, the chaffinch
sings her heart out
in my neighbor's tree.
First published at Poetry Soup.
