Ruins Poem by Ibrahim Ibn Salma

My heart - do not ask me
Where love is,
It may have been a river of compassion, and it dried.
It may have been a castle of imagination, and it collapsed.
It may have been a history of a never-ending grief.

Oh heart!

Never forget when you tempted me
With sweet emotions -
That saved me,
Like an extended hand
Through raging waves,
Saving the drowned.

Let us drink upon its ruins
As long as the tears keep flowing,
And fly above its remains
As a bird chanting his pain.

Someday,

Our tears may refill the river,
Our pain may rebuild the castle,

And,

Our future may be grief-free.

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Someday!
Someday!
Someday!
Someday!