When I let you go and your name I would call
Every moment you held me I would recall
Tortures me, every moment… and in your absence I lament… I lament
* * *
O’ whose name sleeps in the deepest depths of my heart
My heart tortures me whenever we are apart
It would complain it’s not complete, left it a part
And screaming your name to your mother it would start
And what should I reply to my heart complaints?
The picture of my beloved to me it paints
Wounds to me it’d present… and in your absence I lament… I lament
* * *
Let me explain to you the heart of a mother
She sees none to the keys of her heart worthier
You slept deep in my womb and slept there no other
And there daily, my heart your two hands would smother
It was there you drew your name upon my heart
If I part with you, then from my heart I part
You stole it without consent… and in your absence I lament… I lament
* * *
You held me and for a last time, you I’d cuddle
I recalled when I’d cuddle you in your cradle
I wondered if to forget you I’m capable
To picture you till my dying days I’m able
I kissed your forehead, upon your face, my tears
Every tear asks what could become of your years
My heart plummets in its descent… and in your absence I lament… I lament
* * *
Today a man, when once with my hand, you I fed
And your name slept in every single prayer I read
I tell you as upon our last moments we tread
It was a pride to have a son like Mohammed
I put my soul in your hand and bid farewell
The pains of your absence to my nights I’ll tell
Memories of you abundant… and in your absence I lament… I lament
* * *
They say that Heaven lies beneath a mother’s feet
I say I smelt Heaven’s scent when you I would greet
Where goes the one whose absence his presence would treat?
My love, I hear calling your name my own heartbeat
Have you not seen what my tears draw when they flow?
In yearning your comfort they draw your shadow
My heart is perfumed by your scent… and in your absence I lament… I lament
* * *
You leave the tent and my heart becomes like this tent
Yearning for you, in love with you, but you’re absent
I feel the weight of every second and moment
And I break down, and for you Ali I lament
You leave and I feel fall, my heart’s pillar
From its fall, I feel my own soul shatter
Severs my dreams, every fragment… and in your absence I lament… I lament
* * *
In my final hopes O’ beloved, my hands I raise
Yearning for one last glimpse of my beloved’s gaze
For returning Yusuf to Yaqub You I praise
O’ Lord to my painful nights return my sun’s rays
O’ Lord he who returned Yusuf to Yaqub
My grief challenges the patience of Ayoub
Prophets are mourning my torment… and in your absence I lament… I lament
* * *
Today O’ my beloved I’ve sold my hopes to fear
I welcome old age and watch death upon me peer
What a tragedy, when I hope that you’d appear
I see the rose that I’ve raised, raised upon a spear
Praying every day that death would welcome me
So in death I’ll see welcoming me, my Ali
And my heart to you I’ll present… and in your absence I lament… I lament
* * *
(London – 06/10/13)