Poetry by Sultan Al Aql
Travel on, O night of longing and imagination — set its reins free
The ailing soul with you needs your gentle, soothing breeze
Love in the conscience of one consumed by it is like a sacred trust
Without it he strives as a fighter strives along his path
And you — your mistake came from a place of esteem and balance
Our story has surpassed the tale of any two close companions
Why should I dwell on farewells, on reproaches, and on betrayal
When in my eyes there is none but you who fits every beautiful description
Do not sway — your figure, which enchants the heart with its suppleness
I would be lost trying to describe it to one who is lost, without a guide..!
You are a rose, the scent of oud, the fragrance of cardamom, and ripe pearls of dew
And all praise, in the reach of your beauty, I feel is too little
From love for your like, I saw in time the age of Antar
Mounting the citadel of pride, mounting the back of the thoroughbred mare
The moon sits in your place, and you sit in its place
We make no distinction between you and things impossible
With you, feelings pour forth and the record plays again
Belonging to you, just as you belong to love
How can I shake your right hand when feeling has already issued its statement
And you know me — I was never approached by the miser of the right hand