my arab king it is hard to describe the joy it brought me ever since i found you here
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It is hard to describe the joy it brought me ever since I found you. Here are a few words by a famous Arabic Poem writer to help. I Love you!<div style="height: 9px;">
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by Nizar Qabban<div style="height: 9px;">
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When I love you A new language springs up, New cities, new countries discovered. The hours breathe like puppies, Wheat grows between the pages of books, Birds fly from your eyes with tiding of honey, Caravans ride from your breasts carrying Indian herbs, The mangoes fall all around, the forests catch fire And Nubian drums beat. When I love you your breasts shake off their shame, Turn into lightning and thunder, a sword, a sandy storm. When I love you the Arab cities leap up and demonstrate Against the ages of repression And the ages Of revenge against the laws of the tribe. And I, when I love you, March against ugliness, Against the kings of salt, Against the institutionalization of the desert. And I shall continue to love you until the world flood arrives; I shall continue to love you untill the world flood arrives.