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This is poem we have translate from arabic





karam al araji





trnalated by anikka



Stream of Perfume odor



Comes by my forest



Surround me by your virtue love



My paramour



Your star is a beauty in my heart



Appears like the wind



And the Soul tightens Water strings



Wash me so long in your eyes



Your odor acends me at that moment



My paramour



Your Face wallows over my Face



White form like the wave



Carrying a Sky upon his wings







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wet through the humid voice



like a drawdrop in early morning



Engrave in the leaves of wideness will remain the pure



My paramour



Water from the Roses remains my song



My virtue song