In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful
How many of those nights that will remain white
As the pages of a book for daydreaming erased.
In their words, horsetails, letting time pass.
accomplices in the sin to which their hearts look.
What pleasures lost and wasted nights.
If they had spent those moments to pray, to cry secretly
, humble themselves in prayer.
But they preferred their principles, forget it.
Promises and dreams exchanged in secret. In their hearts
install the bitterness of regret.
For those hours and those hours lost in their wonderland,
For these dawn prayers missed in their sleep. And
night vigils replaced by crime: These words
sweet, these words are being more intimate.
preserved one wife, she lost the signs, And her heart
mutilated, little by little, the murders. If
naive, she sees herself as the woman of his heart,
But all these words of love, he said to others!
Do you see the lie of sin that is yours?
It serves you the same dream that he will give sisters.
too naive to believe it, too lost to view.
Have you really thought you were the one to whom she
his confidences of the evening?
And do not fall into the passion that those who want it.
What you have committed, thou art not safe
to do it again, then to pay the price.
The mistake was to spread your sensitivity,
In the eyes of strangers, bound by affinity.
The mistake was to have opened the doors of your heart,
Who should be opened in secret, to the Lord.
Useless suffering, that your tears are vain.
Yours repentance, joy after sentencing.
: Abu-Hind:: Occasional:: 2011
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