Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen

No longer withstanding the knives of separation
And the stabs of desire,
He decided to go to her one day.
When he knocked on her window overlooking the street,
She did not open it to him.
So he went to the door
Whispering with her tender name
But she did not open it to him.
When he returned to the dark window,
Stones were thrown at his back
One by one.
He was knocking.
Stones were increasing and increasing
Covering his back, legs and feet.
He kept knocking and knocking
Until he disappeared behind a heap of stones.



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