Nazik Al-Malaika Poems

New Year, don't come to our homes, for we are wanderers
from a ghost-world, denied by man.
Night flees from us, fate has deserted us
We live as wandering spirits
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The night asks who am I ?
I am its secrets-anxious, black, profound
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She stood before the sun, screaming:
'Sun! You are like my rebellious heart
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Why do we fear words
when they have been rose-palmed hands,
fragrant, passing gently over our cheeks,
and glasses of heartening wine
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Blow out the candle and leave us strangers here
We are two parts of the night, so what is the meaning of light?
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