Do not ask me, the name of my love br I fear for you, from the fragrance of perfume br contained in a bottle, if you smashed it, br drowning you, in spilled scent br br By God, if you even croaked a letter, br Lilacs would pile up on the paths br br Do not look for it here in my chest br I have left it to run with the sunset br br You can see it in the laughter of doves br In the flutter of butterflies br In the ocean, in the breathing of dales br and in the song of every nightingale br in the tears of winter, when winter cries br in the giving of a generous cloud br br Do not ask about his lips…as elegant as the sunset br And his eyes, a shore of purity br And his waist, the sway of a branch br Charms…which no book has contained br Nor described by a literate's feather br And his chest, his throat, enough for you br br I won't breath his name, my lover…br br Nizar Qabbanibr br