I write flirtation while I am far from love

The one I love is obedience to parents

The one who died, may the Lord forgive him

And the living, may death come to me before him

When the breeze of poetry stirs, my thoughts stir

Either on the reversed meter or the Hijini

Or on the slightest wave, poetry rides

It comforts the heart with those who comfort

Not everything we say comes from within the heart

Sometimes I recite poetry for my followers

Lahilm al-Muwais