Here you will find the Poem My Love (Do Not Ask Me) of poet Nizar Qabbani
Do not ask me, the name of my love I fear for you, from the fragrance of perfume contained in a bottle, if you smashed it, drowning you, in spilled scent By God, if you even croaked a letter, Lilacs would pile up on the paths Do not look for it here in my chest I have left it to run with the sunset You can see it in the laughter of doves In the flutter of butterflies In the ocean, in the breathing of dales and in the song of every nightingale in the tears of winter, when winter cries in the giving of a generous cloud Do not ask about his lips?as elegant as the sunset And his eyes, a shore of purity And his waist, the sway of a branch Charms?which no book has contained Nor described by a literate's feather And his chest, his throat, enough for you I won't breath his name, my lover?
