Poem 050, Sonnet 19: Leaving Tomorrow Poem by Samer Madbak

Cease, damsel, cease, your kindness hurts my very core
Cease now, and save your hopeful heart the sorrow
O let your sentiments for me be nevermore
Both of us know that all will end tomorrow.

Cease, damsel, cease, for I admire another girl
Mary, your friend, the fascination of my soul
And I the banner of my love cannot unfurl
As we both know the morrow shall conclude it all.

Cease, damsel, cease, I merit not your passion sweet
Squandered upon a man unread in passion’s way
A man of sundry cares, subsisting on defeat
And what’s tomorrow but another failing day? !

Cease, tender damsel, cease, and mercy on this heart
Tomorrow’s drawing nigh, and I must needs depart.


Khaldiyeh/Zgharta
April 8th 1989