Poems English
"We have Passed Over There"
Translator: Husain Selmi
The Talk Of Coffee
You stand up, When your hair coils around the waist of mine You rock the ground And the tragedy of the brown features falls off, You pick up the dead lilies And you plant them A grayish waterfall, You infuse into the guts of his The brown breezes of Yours ,   You breathe the nectar of the nausea of hers, And you go your way Through the box-thorn of the dream of hers, The disgrace of the hollow dust suffuses you, He is on the watch for you Through the alphabet  of the amulet and so, Brings the pulse of the Alif to a half.
(4) A soul Is pining for a honey sup A bird is recovering his breaths In fear of rain, Down, hence, he falls And a river is gripping Two rosy stars.   (5) Out of mere talk A belly is bulging Without the mirrors of a female Molding the color of milk into Void, Snow, Sombriety And coldness.   (6) To the coffee-shop she said With the artery of silence infused in his coffee Are you relaxing To lean a bit onto the dream of speech?	(1) There she had been Sipping a cup of coffee Whereby she was warming up a winter Taking hold of the body!   (2) To me you pay court In an instant of joy, You flow into the blood of mine And, so, joy falls down                         But you remain…..! Sticking to the savory cappuccino cup And the painting of the dismal dream.   (3) That you can read at the time of sin Another dream Aborted by A crossing point, The quarters of which got dimmed.