عبد الرسول معله

وها هو النص الأصلي للترجمة

Hearts For Sale

Are you pleased, dear lady
With my ongoing torment ?
After you have taken away
My youthfulness
Did you forget my moans
My pains and sweet dreams
Did you forget those wishes
Smelling with the fragrance
Of flowering hillocks ?
Did you forget my lips
Which you had once watered
With your sweet saliva ?
Did you forget my ribs
Which had been set ablaze
With the flame of nostalgia ?
Did you forget
That I had once made you
Owner of my tormented heart ?
Did you forget my papers,
And the pens I had used
To write my letters for you ?
Did you even forget
All our meetings ?
When we would blame each other
For the moments of separation
As you had fosaken me
And opted for a vanity palace
Owned by a santimonious man
Or for a little gold
Stored by a usurer
God bless, dear lady
You are now for me
Mere history
Your intentions had been disclosed
And it seemed I was
Running after a mirage
I might have committed an error
By falling in love with you
And been punished for it

Morocco
20/10/2009

عبد اللطيف غسري
المغرب