Decay...عفن القلوب

Edited by: Rou'a Nafea

When music talks of truth

When art becomes the voice

Of each hibernated soul

In the decay of morals

Of our country, or so it is called

Our oppressor, depressor, crusher, blood sucker

HOME!!!!!

When the music speaks our minds

When the tracks echo and scream

With the death foreseen

When the music becomes a dagger

And the throat is sore with words

And choked by internal bleeding

When the music is the alarm

When the tracks are bullets of death

When they tell you to wake up

Then you have to realize

If you don't hit the streets

We will hit the still growing minds

And they will know the real truth

Not the one foretold.

مزيج العفن بيصرّخ

قوم، فوق بقا، اصحى

مش احنا اللي عملنا كده

ده العفن اللي بيجري في عروق الخلق

مجرى الدم

ده العفن اللي ناشب في كل ركن

ده العفن اللي بياكل في لحم الناس و خلاص صديده فجر

و البتر على الابواب

بس احنا بقينا خلاص عاملين زي الدكتور الفاشل

اللي بيربط الجرح على وساخته

و يسيب الطفيليات تنهش في جتة المنكوب

و يقول معلش، اصل القهوة من غير وش

ياللي قاعد وشايف الضمير اللي ميت و لسة بيموت

و العفن بيجري في دم الخلق و الحشود

قوم و كون صوت الجبال و صوت الزحف و التعب

قوم نضف الجرح و داوي المرض

حارب العفن اللي طافح في القلوب

قوم و علي صوتك، دمر صريخ السكوت

Ayman Badr_El-Mazeeg El-3ameeq

The Light of my Unknown

Walking towards the end

The beginning of an unknown

I’m living a life

A life not of my own

My life hasn’t yet started

I’m walking down a road

A path that’s scary, and high

With one person leading the way

While he doesn’t know where to go 

I’m walking down a path

Unknown, unseen

Heading towards a light

Coming out of a tight stream

A path between two mountains

Drawing the rocks apart 

And I’m climbing up that road

Towards a light unknown

Take care not to fall

Off that tight road diverged 

In the rocky mountains, towards the light

Of the end of the beginning

Loved me Back to life

…Beat…

Just listen to that 

It’s a beat

A warm beat

From my cold body

It feels

This touch

This smile on your face

It beats

My heart does

Eat…Feed…

The urge is no more there

PROTECT!

Is my solemn swear

With you, my heart beats

Corpse, dead…

A zombie, infected

…beat…

Can you hear it… BEATING!…?

My heart does

A change has come…

Memories, dreams, a warming sun

Love, acceptance

A lively beat from my heart

I feel your touch

You kept me safe

When I was trying to do the same

A lively corpse, heart beats again

You exhumed me, I’m revived

Your love awakened my extinguished sun 

You loved me back to life

Based on the movie Warm Bodies

It’s Cold Outside

It’s cold outside, it’s freezing

It’s only one more sunless day

It’s a big cloud weeping

On the remains of the day

It’s cold outside!

It’s cold outside, can't you listen?!

Get dressed up, warm up!

I can barely feel my limps

While sitting by the fire

It’s cold outside!

It’s not a sun that is absent,

Disgusted by what it encounters everyday

It’s not a moon raging

And bringing on its dismay

It’s a war rising

Between what you should and what you may

It’s cold outside brother, it’s cold outside.

The streets are flowing rivers

With mud, blood, RAGE!

No matter how many layers you put on

You’re going to have a taste

Of the raining fire, the falling hail

It’s cold outside, sister, beware!

Put on your clothes, all of them

Stuff yourself, warm up

You’re still cold?! No way!

But you know why you’re cold?!

It’s only your heart that’s cold,

That thing in the middle of your chest is covered by ice

And there is no clothes that can unfreeze its stillness

So put on your clothes fellows, it’s cold outside!!!

Make Me Sound

Disclaimer: This piece might be inappropriate for some audience. Please, if below 18 DO NOT READ 

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Hold me like nobody does

Kiss me like it’s our last kiss

Play my music with your touch

Make me sound

This hand of yours on my lips

This embrace, this bliss

This grace of happiness when we kiss

Just make me sound

Pull the strings, let the wolf in me out

Unravel the wilderness within my tamed calmness

Play my notes and make me sound

It’s in your arms that I can be

The woman I ought to be

I complete you and you complete me

We both play each other’s melodies

So press my pedals and make me sound

Hold my head in your palms

Pull me closer to your heart

Penetrate my crust with your tenderness

Let me indulge in your cosmos 

Give free rein to my heart 

It’s in every time that we are together

I solve the mystery of the macrocosm

My heart beats with your breaths and travels

To a different earth, a different realm

You make me sound

You wipe out all the miseries 

All the torment in my previous existence

You play my notes with your eyes 

That communicate with my broken ones

Your music make me sound

So never let me go 

And kiss me hard as you do 

Never take my world away

And look into my eyes as you tame my beast

Undress me with your every move

As we just let the music carry us 

Be the painter and let me be your colours

Let us draw our universe

Let our symphony echoes 

As we both come together

Teach me more about love 

As you compose our masterpiece and carve it down in time

Never let go of this, never let go of me

I sound by you and you sound by me

In our moment of ecstasy, make our music sound

Cut

Cut

Cut through this flesh

Cut through its surface

Cut too deep till you penetrate its other side

Cut

Cut through these veins and see the blood flow

Cut so sharply and so steadily

As you hear the sound of the blade thriving with ecstasy

Cut through this flesh

Feel your heart beats accelerate

Cut and breathe heavily

As you feel a burning itch in the back of your head

Cut, and triumph with the scream of pain

Echoing, yet silenced by that grin

Drawn on your face as you gain

Your strength and power through the blood shed

Sharpen your blade, sharpen your teeth

Practice your smile and your tears

You’re going to need them desperately

When the time comes and you’re asked to justify your deeds

نسيان

اغلط و اندم و انسى انك غلطت

 قوم تاني يوم و غني و انسى الوش الكِشِر

اقف اتباهى بنفسك و قول انا زي الفل

ايه يعني اللي هايجرا لو نسيت و قلت "تُبت"

قوم سطر الكراس و شكل المكتوب

قوم زوق الكشكول و لون المرسوم

قوم قول انا اللي بادي و انا بمزاجي ناهيها

انا عمري ما اكابر لكن دي الحقيقة

قوم ارسم الابتسامة بتاعة كل يوم

قوم نافق و جمِّل كدبك على كل شكل و لون

قوم خادع زمايلك و اخدع نفسك معاهم

قول انا احسن من ناس كتير، قول انا احسن منهم

خد بملو ايدك الوان الطيف السبعة

لون بها السواد الطافح في قلبك

ارسم الضحكة العفيفة، البريئة، البشوشة

وغش بها نفسك وصدق كدبتك

وروَّح بليل و اغلطت واندم وانسى انك غلطت

و قول انا لسة قدامي دنيا و هصلح الغلط

و استغفر و توب و نام و تاني يوم قوم

واتمرمغ في عذابك اللي بتزيده كل يوم

ارسم الضحكة على وشك البسوم

و اهو ده بقى الطبيعي، انك تغلط و تنسى

و تكدب على نفسك بانك متحكم في الامور

لكن اليوم هايجي، و اعرف انه قرب

هتعيط و تقول يا رتني ما غلطت

ولحد ما تعرف غلطك، و تدوق طعم الندم

و المرة دي بجد حيبقى اجمد قلم

قوم غني و انسى غلطك و ارسم البسمة السعيدة

واتباهى بنفسك و صدق انها الحقيقة

قوم سطر الكراس، قوم زوق الكشكول

قوم ارسم الابتسامة بتاعة كل يوم

قوم نافق و جمِّل كدبك على كل شكل و لون

قوم خادع زمايلك و قول انا احسن من دول و دول

The Tale of Art Creation

I know this feeling, that hunch that gets tickly then makes me chill. It gives me an itchy brain, it stings. It's when I hear something and get inspired. It’s when I hear something to get inspired. I let the flow of music do all the magic. I surrender to the spell that is cast at me by the lyrics. They take me on a journey into the realms of my inner mind; the eye that I can't see sees it all. I can see a visual representation of the verbal expression; a clip created by my mind’s composition. I get the hunch that this creation of my mind is the best that anyone could actually do. It has no match to any other thing anyone can compose. Maybe it’s just because it’s mine, I made it, it belongs to me and that’s why it’s beautiful; that’s why it’s beautiful in my own imagination. I surrender to the spell that my head has put me under. I only had to bring to life the magic words that I’ve already unconsciously composed and stored somewhere hidden away from my own reach as well as from the reach of others so that no one can actually sabotage the production yet to be produced. It's a whole world of inspiration waiting to get you inspired and waiting to get exposed through you, so let it. That’s how art works for me, it’s not only an expression, it’s a life; it’s the air that you allow to get into you to make your body function. Art is an expression, so indulge in that expression and bring it to life the way it brought you.

Survival

Woooohoo, oh, wow, hoWoo

Hang on here buddy, don’t fall; hang on

Come on young fellow, you can do it

Just don’t look down

Don’t mind those bricks, and this wood beneath your head

Don’t mind this string, so thin,

Stretched to its best by your weight hanging down

Just forget that it might fail you

Forget that it might die

And bring up your death with it, forget that it might cry

Just hang up here buddy, forget the ground beneath you

Keep up hanging in the air, don’t smash your head against the floor

You’ve been doing it for quite some time

You’re doing it for a living

You’re a survival, that’s what you do, that’s what you are

They drain you off your life as they write and paint

They then call you names when you faint

They dye you and then throw you when you’re out of life

They don’t try to fill you with a breath of life

Some of your kind get lucky and fall in the hands of those who care

But they care for their possessions, not out of good will

They fill their lives by taking out yours, 

They drain you dry to write their stories

They just forget that you’re their companion

And despite their ignorance, you’ve always survived

You’re not going to die for you’re a survival

They manifacture you only to please them, to assist them with their lives

And they seem to forget that you’re a survival

For centuries you’ve thrived

You fought against their demolition, against their loss of memory

You fought against time!

You’ve made it through their worst

and it takes more than a couple of inches to put you down

Yes you’re a tiny, little blue pen, hanging at the end of a blanket

But you’re the winner, you’ve always been

So just don’t slide and crash against the ground

You’ve made it through the worst and the worst is not now
So hang up on here buddy, and know that you are 
The king of all winning cards, you're a survival . 

Three Cups

Three cups on a table and all behold

The statement “drink me in, just take a sip”

As the thirst crushes my throat and dries

My veins out of life and tampers with my vision.

Three cups on a table and I’m unable to choose.

One will put my thirst to an end and one

Will put my life at stake, it’s that I know

There is always a catch; it can’t be easy.

I stumble and I fall as my eyes flash as a corrupted program

I’m shutting down, as if a machine losing power

My hand hits one of the cups, and it falls to the floor

It breaks and its contents flow

Blood it is, fresh and warm.

I manage to catch the other one in the row

It isn’t water, it isn’t wine

A liquid colorless, tasteless and vague

Just as my life as it scrolls in front of me.

I drink and drink but my throat is still dry

I firm my grip over the cup and I squeeze it tight

I drown myself in the liquid that never satisfies

My thirst, nor my throat, nor my anger, growing.

I come to the last as I tremble and stutter

I raise it to my lips as if a growling animal

I hold it with both hands, I try to drink it and kill my thirst

It’s an empty cup but heavy as a burden.

I fall onto the ground and twist as I’m hurting

In swirls and in circles.

I’m finally set and silent

As someone hurls in to my crying and my sound.

He sees me cut and bleeding, he sees me dead and pleading

He sees the crushed cup of blood

And the one with the nameless drink

He sees the one that’s empty tightened to my grip

As he’s shocked, he tries to loosen my tight

And as the cup is detached from my hand he reads

“Misery” engraved in my palm.

He crawls back in horror, he stands up and runs

He pumps in the walls that meets his path

And that’s how his life went on after seeing me lying dead

And he never tells my story, he never narrates what his eyes beheld.

So here is my story told, here’s mystery getting unfolded

Narrate the story and listen to the sound

Of the changing direction of the wind

It’s “Misery” that I chose as the cup from which I drink

And it’s my curse that has befallen on the person who stayed silent.

البوح بمكنونات صدري الدفينة

ma3lesh ana 7akteb franko 3ashan lw katabt english elkalam msh 7aysa3edny 3ashan ana met3asb awe ya 5al wAllahy delwa2ty w f nafs zat el la7za msh 7ala2y ta3beirat 2a7san mn kalamna "belhagayes" keda 3ashan 2afok mn el ta2a elly ana feiha.

Elly ye3rafny taba3an 7ay2ouly ma3lesh ya Rana lamo2a5za enty mn emta msh metday2a. 7a2olo ma3lesh wAllahy ya bringy ana 3la toul metday2a 3ashan lamo2a5za ya3ny mein f makany mayetdaye2sh?! lama ab2a wa7da shayfa kol sa7baty elly tesa7eb tefarkesh w elly t7eb ta5oud 3la nafou5ha w elly to3gab yetl3 ya 2emma seis ya 2emma shayeflo shoufa tanya. Lama ana ab2a nafsy kol ama ye3gebny 7d yeb2a mesh nafe3 bkol el makayees. Maho aslaha 3awamel moshtaraka, ma3na keda eih ba2a InshaaAllah, ana elly na7s ya3ny walla eih?1 Maho ana asly elly moshtaraka mabien kol sa7baty elly leihom 3elakat ya2emma se2tet ya 2emma 2ayla llso2out. 2ata2 ana ya3ny ya5waty **Zenat Sed2y style** howa ana maleish 7az 2abadan. Wenay ana bada2t asad2 enny ana elly na7s w na7sa el 3eyal ma3aya. Dh 7atta el welad ya Rabby mafeish 7d feihom 3aref yo5tob walla ye3rf 7d w y7ebbo. Wenaby ana elly shakly sho2m 3aleihom **asta3'fer Allah el 3azeem** tayeb maho ana asly lw matkalemtsh 7ata2 ya 3alam, yahoo 7amout!!!

Tayeb ana radya zemetko, lama kol marra mn wana f el madrasa kol ama ye3gebny 7d yeb2a ya 2emma saye3, ya 2aleil el 2adab, ya sa7bety 3agbah, ya howa 3ageb sa7bety, ya yeb2a seis, ya yeb2a msh beta3 gawaz w m2adeiha ana yegraly 7aga walla ana 2a3mel eih f nafsy ya3ny. Ah na wa7da magno, w ta2a w mahbousha w hyper w souty 3aly w narfouza w 3asabeya w mabaskoutsh w lesany 3amel zy el fara2ella bs tayeba wAllahy. 

I know that there should be somebody out there for me waiting for me as well and he's just as insane as I am, as hyper as I am and as lovely as I wish he would. I know, no I believe that there is someone out there waiting for me and he shares the same passions with me, the same relentless mind and high, untamed spirit that craves for whatever breaks the norms. 

Mal3esh 2o3zorouny, w ba3dein to3zorouny eih, 2allak 7ad 7aye2ra ya3ny. Aho ana keda moktane3a enny 3amla blog w el nas bte2ra w el hugs dh w ana 3arfa enno kolo f el shallaf w ma7adesh byefta7o l7ad ama azen zy el debana el re5ma, el faseilla, elly btelz2 f kol wa7ed feina w howa nazel raye7 sho3'lo w matfar2oush l7ad ama ykalem nafso w yeshtem w yza32 w ye2lb el youm b 7aga kazera keda f el 2a5er. 

In all cases, adeiny faketny bkelmtein, 7ayet7atou ganb e5wat-hom 3la blog ma7adesh bye2rah w kalam maloush 2ay talata lazma bs lw makontsh katabto w nasharto kan momkn yegraly 7aga f nafou5y. W fy nehayet el mataf 2a7eb amasy w army eltamasy w 2a2oul leik youm ya zalem w kollo bya5oud elly maktoub w enna lAllah w enna elayh rage3oun w adeiny 2afaltaha b maytam...w SHOKRAN :D :D :D :D

Fury (Calling Blood Prelude)

Born out of mud

Rising from the remains

Moaning as a wounded beast

Casted in the shadows

Covered by the scars of the fire 

That was burning yesterday

It's a muddy, combusted corpse

Made of petrified ashes 

And vivid red veins

Providing blood to the lifeless shape

Pumping red to its veins

Slightly, life it then shows

Raising its head that was broken bent 

With furious and angry eyes

Born of mud, born of clay

Born of fire, sorrow and pain

Blood fed corpse, no joy, no gain

Injecting fury to its veins

Nameless, lifeless, have no brains

Only an urge that carves in its interior organs

That have crumbled to the depths 

Of an endless swamp of disgrace

Only a craving to the sorrow

From which it got created

Only a scream echoing in the universe 

Sounding from the core of earth 

From waste it’s rising

From pain it’s born

To the sky it’s ascending 

To take over the world’s throne

A wasteland it’s generating

As the wasteland it came from

And on blood it’s feeding

Giving it power

Fury, it’s showing

“Anger”, its name to us known

As it rises with its screams

As its moaning cover the sound of whirling wind

It brings dismay to existence 

As for blood it prays

It’s calling for blood, it’s calling for hate

“Fury” is its true description 

As it brings on misery and chains

A devotion it pays 

To the god of blood it only listens

As it ascends to the sky 

And bring on darkness and death to the clouds

Black is its colour covered with strings

Vibrating with red as it streams

Through its petrified ashes

That resulted from the burns of yesterday

Calling Blood

Blood

Soak me in your red

Give me fire, power, beauty and love

Fill me in with your anger

Blood

Inject me with your might 

Blood

Empower me by your colour

Let me drink you in

By your red give me strength

Burn me and tear me apart

Give birth to me through your fury

Blood

Ascend to the sky

Pave my way to creation

In your pools of death let me dive 

Then from your depths let me rise

Let me breathe you as my air

Let me be the one

Blood

Give me the ultimate possession

Over life and existence

Just dye it with your untainted red

And let your anger be prominent

Blood

Show the world your turbulence

Your fury and resistance

Your refusal to obey 

Or yield to compromises

Be the ultimate word

Manifest in my brutality 

Be my power that dominates

Blood

Blood

Give me pleasure and fulfill my desire

Roar in the vicinity yet make no sound

Let your colour be your speech 

And your scent be your voice

Let your essence be the solvent

That diminishes all obstacles

Have the word over the world

Let me be your daughter 

Inject me with your characteristics

And make me your successor and truthful heir

Blood

Blood

Blood

Here I call you

Hear my devotion

And listen to my prayer

Be the one

Be the only

Blood

Blood

You’re my almighty, so listen to me 

Risk It

Give yourself over to your instincts

To your fascinations and your desires

Fulfill your pleasures 

Mingle with people

Socialize

Have a taste of life

Grab a bite of every new adventure

Never stay in place

Move it, risk it, jump in

Turn yourself over to the sweetness of disguise

Jump from the summit

Feel the air crashing against you as you fall

Embrace the impact and taste its chill

Enjoy the shiver and the stings of the cold air

Dive in a sea of colours

Feel the splashes against your skin

Invite their diversity in

Smell the goodness, the freshness of the flowers

As they blossom in the spring

Breathe nature in

Free your senses and heighten them

Make it a rule in life

Decide to jump in

Decide to give it all and risk it all

“Life is risk, if you haven’t risked, you never lived”

Take the risk

Let nature in, let air in

Let life in, let light in

Have a glimpse of life

Have a glimpse of pleasure

Risk it 

That’s all it takes

The Loving Oppressor

Written by Sarah Ra’afat 

Edited by myself

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She was in love with him
She lost herself in his eyes
She took an oath to never 
Leave his side
He lured her 
Into willingly entering his castle
His prison; his love
He imprisoned her in his illusions
Where he stole her heart and mind
Leaving her with a hollow body,
Consentaneously abused
By the fulfilment of his pleasures

The loving oppressor
Pushed it to the edge
Until
The heartless, mindless, hollow corpse
Threw itself
From the top of the castle

To its surprise
It did not die
but it discovered itself all over again
It was rather a rebirth
For the soul and the heart
She has finally broken free
From his illusions; his love
That she has always approved
To be upon herself imposed

The lifeless corpse reclaimed its heart
And its mind one more time
The loving oppressor
Despite his cunningness
Was the ultimate parasite

Now, she is grateful to her oppressor
For he taught her how to love,
How to fall so as to rise;
To finally find herself
And acknowledge the worth of her existence

Now she knows truth from lies
And she knows how to survive
So, to the “loving” oppressor she’s grateful
For he taught her the meaning of LIFE!

Dancing to the Glowing Blue

To the sound of music I surrender;

A production of hope it is.

The tune's sweetness carries me

And I'm engulfed in that performance

Sometimes I'm among the crowd

While at others I'm the artist.

I'm producing this lively art

As I dance to their sound;

Those melodies of splendour

Blue fairies all around

Dancing to my melodies

They are watching over me

And with their charms, protect me

I'm carried by this mystery,

This fantastical representation

Of Cleopatra's misery

Trees plucked, forests go barren

While still I’m swaying to the sound

Of those melodies of charm

This fascination of all times

I'm Cleopatra, the lead performer

I'm a tree, bend and stolen

Yet to lively sounds I dance

Blue diamonds on my hands the fairies place

Which bewitching glow I direct and project

To dazzle the crowd as they behold

My bittersweet dancing and my enjoyable wretchedness

Sad content but lively tunes

And very much alive moves

By which the crowd get consumed

And wish they can join the floor

And take over the role

Of my dancing, wretched soul

As I dance to the happy flute

Surrounded by blue fairies only I can see

Whose hands create a make belief,

A combination of blue that makes you happy

As I dance, swing and sway

In this theatrical performance

Making others want to jump in

For the melodies are sweet and charming

Disregarding the misery it tells

And the tragedy it creates

It’s just the glowing blue

From the diamonds that I wear

Placed on me by the blue fairies

Whose existence is a mystery

It’s just the diamonds that speak

And with their shine they bewitch

The gathering of this cultivated mob

Through the reality of the story

Of the melody that I play

And in my pain I'm still smiling

Through the sorrow, they think there is a gain

And they miss the echo repeated

Through the gestures of turmoil

Between facts and desires

Faced by the undermined Egyptian

Queen whose story was belittled

And framed her as a traitor

Still made her an icon for sacrifice

So I'm dancing to the glowing blue

Of the diamonds that I wear

And a devotion that I pay

To my gestures and my sways

That shows the essence of sacrifice

In my story being told

Yet it drives the audience away 

From the purpose of the play

أتعلمين يا صديقتي...؟

Co-author: Sarah Ra'afat

هل تعلمين يا صديقتى انه ليس لدي سواكِ
وان الحياه لا تساوى فرحة بدونك
ولا بسمه لا اشاركها معك!
هل تعلمين يا صديقتي أن أحزاني لا نهاية لها
إلا حين أشاركها معكِ!
هل تعلمين يا صديقتى كم أحبكِ
وكم اتمنى ان يمر بنا العمر و انتي معى!
هل تعلمين انك اعَدتي إلَّي الحياة
وأن هناك اشخاص تستحق ان نحيا فقط من اجلِهم!
هل تعلمينَ يا صديقتي كم اعتَمِدُ عليكي؟!
وأني اشعُر بالتوهان فى البعد عنكِ!
هل تعلمينَ يا صديقتي أنكِ لستِ صديقتي!
فانتِ حبيبتي و توأمت روحي و رفيقة وجدانى و أنيسَتي في وِحدَتي
هل تعلمين انك انتي انا...وانا انتِ!
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نعم يا صديقتي، اعلم بمقداري لديكِ
اعلم بأنَّ رفقاء طريق و على نفس الخطا نسير،
متبعين نفس النهج
قد وجدنا الامان معا، و الراحة في حديثنا و مناجاة كل منا للآخر
فأنا استمد قوتي منكي و ارى نفسي فيكي و انتي ترين نفسك في
إني اعلم ما يدور بِخُلدِك و ما لا تبدين
فنحن نتشارك الأكنة، و نفس التدبير اللعين
فانتي تعلمين ما يدور برأسي و انا اعلم فيما تفكرين
فقد تعددت الاجساد و لكننا نتشارك نفس العشق و اليقين
فأنا قد وجدت نفسي فيكي و انتي قد وجدتِ نفسك في
فأنا انتِ و انتِ أنا و سنجتمع و لو بعد حين

يا مالِكي

دعني اغرق بين ذراعيك و احتمي من كل هموم حياتي

احتضني و احتضن مصيري بين يديك

انسِني الماضي و الآتي 

أنت حاضري، محياي و مماتي

اغرقني في عشقك و اكتنفني في مملكتك

واجعلني رفيقَتُك، عشيقَتُك، سكنِك

اجعلني يا قلبي حبُك الاول و الاخير

اشعِرني بعطفك في كل لحظة

فمثلما في عشقك انا اسيرة، في عشقي كن اسير

امحو كل ذنوب ماضيّ 

واكتب بحنانك قصة عشقي الأبية

كن مَلِكي، رَفِيقي، عَشِيقي، كل ما لَدي

فمن اجلك قد نسيت كل ما كنت ابغِ

وسَلَّمتُ لك رُوحي و اغمضت في كنفك عَينَي

فقد امنت بوجودِك و عِشقَك لي

وايقنت اني احبك و ليس بيدي خَيار

فليس لحبك عندي بديل

انت انسيتني قوتي و غلظتي فكفلّتني

فتركت لإيماني بك سلاحي و حربتي

ومضيت لا ابالي بعظمة قدرتي

على المراوغة و الصيد و القتل البارد

وانسيتني يا مَلِكي قدرتي على تجنب 

أنوثتي و مشاعري و كياني

ففقدت في عينيك قواي يا آسِري

ونسيت انني ربة الصيد و اني دهاء ماكر

فاعشقني يا عزيزي كيفما يَعشَق الأحِبة

فقد مضيت على خطاك من اجل حبي لك الدائم، الدامي