Arif Khudairi's Poetry Blog

El lenguaje del amor (Arif Khudairi, Egipto)

2012-01-04T03:05:00.000-08:00

Paper presentation in translation conference in New Delhi, India

2011-12-28T00:00:00.000-08:00

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

I LOVE YOU

2011-05-09T21:07:00.000-07:00

Thanks to alowlyapprentice

Louis Armstrong - What a Wonderful World Lyrics.flv

2010-12-22T18:55:00.000-08:00

Abdel Halim Hafez - Qariat Al Fingan Pt.1

2010-12-14T19:08:00.000-08:00

Abdel Halim Hafez - Ahwak

2010-12-14T19:05:00.000-08:00

What Did You Do

2009-08-09T23:33:00.000-07:00

What did you do
To your eyes,sweetheart?
For they speak so eloquently
To my eyes,
With no words,
With no language,
With no tongue.
What did you do
To your eyes,sweetheart?
What did you do
To them?

What did you do
To your lips,sweetheart?
For they beam
As sun
At daytime,
And as moon
At night.
What did you do
To your lips,sweetheart?
What did you do
To them?

What did you do
To your hair,sweetheart?
For it tied me down
To your elegant,
Magical tree,
And I cannot leave
From your side.
What did you do
To your hair,sweetheart?
What did you do
To it?

What did you do
To your eyes,sweetheart,
To your lips,
To your hair?
What did you do
To them,
And to me?

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

The Song And The Singer

2009-08-09T23:18:00.000-07:00

I am the singer, and you are the song.
People care for the song,not the singer.
One day, the singer will be here no more,
Whereas you will live now and forever.

You Ask

2009-07-25T04:56:00.000-07:00

You ask,now and then,what did I like first:
The moon,the blooms,my songs,or your eyes?
You ask,sweetheart,as though you do not know
It is you,no one else,whom I love best.

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All I Want

2009-07-25T04:53:00.000-07:00

I wish not to be a king like Nu'man,
Or like Saladin,or Tut 'ankamun,
Or as rich as Rashid,or Solomon.
All I want is your love,not wealth,not throne.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

You Ask

2009-07-25T04:48:00.000-07:00

The Way It Should Be

2009-07-25T04:44:00.001-07:00

If you love me too as I love you,
Everything will be the way it should be.
You will be more beautiful than the moon,
And I will write real love poetry.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Habibi

2009-07-25T04:06:00.000-07:00

I sear by l,o,v,e,habibi,
I swear by your eyes,and by your lips,
I swear by the sun,I swear by the moon,
I love you more than the sky and the sea.

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I Say It To The Rivers

2009-07-25T04:03:00.000-07:00

I love you.I say it to the rivers,
To the trees,to the sun,to the heavens.
I love you.Don't you feel it deep within
Your heart and your soul,in your wake and dream?

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So Many Reasons

2009-07-25T04:00:00.001-07:00

Why do I love you? So many reasons,
Sweetheart,but life is too short to count them.
Let me tell you only one,adored one.
I love you for you are all the women.

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How Could I Forget You

2009-07-25T03:53:00.000-07:00

Forget you ?
How could I forget you,sweetheart,
If you are already painted
Within my eyes,
Like a queen,
And planted in my heart
Like a sacred lotus tree ?

Forget you ?
How could I forget you,sweetheart,
If your smile beams within
The rays of the sun,
And your voice flows above
The murmurs of the rivers,
And the whispers of the seas ?

Forget you ?
How could I forget you,sweetheart,
If I pronounce your name
When I speak
To the girls,
To the bulbuls,
To the trees ?

Forget you ?
How could I forget you,sweetheart,
If your face is painted in my memory
Like a tattoo,
And your love,
Runs like the river Nile
Within my heart,and my soul ?

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Lucky

2009-07-25T03:49:00.000-07:00

When girls read my poems about you,they
Sigh and say,how lucky you are ! But when
They see your eyes,they say how lucky
I am ! How lucky my poetry is !

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Poetry

2009-07-25T03:44:00.000-07:00

Poetry is a fancy,
A reverie,
A portrait of a child
Playing with sounds,
And colors,
In rapture,
And wonder,
A ray of smile
Of a maiden
Dreaming
In her chamber
Whose heart is blooming
As a flower,
In the Garden
Of Eden,
A mirror of a soul,
As white and pure
As the color of swan,
And the breath of dawn.

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As Usual

2009-07-25T03:40:00.001-07:00

As usual,I sit here in the tavern
And in my hand an empty cup of wine.
Oh saki,do not you remember me ?
Come,come,fill the cup with wine made of sun.

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We Sing For Peace

2009-07-25T03:38:00.000-07:00

We are,you and I,true and free poets.
We are the hearts,we are the conscience,
The souls of all nations,of all peoples.
Therefore,we sing for love,beauty and peace.

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You Are My Beloved

2009-07-25T03:33:00.000-07:00

People in my city,sweetheart,
Describe you differently.
Women say that you are an angel
From paradise.
But men assert that you are a princess
From Cordova in Spain.
Whereas children aver that you are a mermaid
From the magic western seas.
And I think they all are right.
For you are all of this.
You are an angel,
A princess,
A mermaid.
But more importantly
You are my beloved,
And I am honored and thrilled
That I write my love poems for you.

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Drink Your Tea

2009-07-25T03:21:00.000-07:00

May I pour some tea for you ?
I remember you used to like it.
No sugar ?
Yea,sure.
What do you need sugar for ?
Your lips are a bunch of grapes,
And a lake of honey.
Did I mention you look pretty ?
Drink your tea.
Drink your tea.
For the tea and the cup,
Altogether,
Long for
The scent of your breath,
And a touch of your hands,
And a kiss from your lips.
As for me,I cannot
Drink it
Without sugar.
Without you,
I need sugar.
Everything tastes bitter,
In my lips,
And my tongue,
Even peaches and sweets.
Did I mention your eyes
Are so sweet like wine ?
I missed them.I missed you.
How have you been ?
Are you seeing now some one?
Did I mention I still love you ?
Maybe you already sensed it.
You saw it in my face when we met.
And my eyes and my hands
Revealed itIn many tongues:
In Chinese,
In Korean,
In Russian,
In French.
Did they say it
In Dutch ?
Maybe,maybe.
Drink your tea.
Drink your tea.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

What Did You Do

2009-07-25T03:10:00.000-07:00

What did you do
To your eyes,sweetheart?
For they speak so eloquently
To my eyes,
With no words,
With no language,
With no tongue.
What did you do
To your eyes,sweetheart?
What did you do

To them?
What did you do
To your lips,sweetheart?
For they beam
As sun
At daytime,
And as moon
At night.
What did you do
To your lips,sweetheart?
What did you do
To them?

What did you do
To your hair,sweetheart?
For it tied me down
To your elegant,
Magical tree,
And I cannot leave
From your side.
What did you do
To your hair,sweetheart?
What did you do
To it?

What did you do
To your eyes,sweetheart,
To your lips,
To your hair?
What did you do
To them,
And to me?

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

A Woman Like You

2009-07-25T02:55:00.000-07:00

I admit,sweetheart,
I admit I have never
Seen a woman like you,
Even in my dreams,
I have never seen
Moon beams at day,
Or sun shines at night,
I have never seen wine
As green as paradise
In the lakes of eyes
As wide as the skies,
Or sunrise with a smile
Within the lips of tulips,
I have never seen flowers
Like coral grow elegantly
On cheeks as soft as plums,
Or grapes and oranges
Look charmingly on the chest
Of a houri from Eden,
I have never seen waterfall
As a fountain of kohl,
In the midst of night,
Or soft dreamy rivers
Of spikes at dawn,
I have never seen flowers
Sing sweetly as sparrows,
Or sparrows that whirl
So gently as flowers,
How could I expect
To see all these wonders
In one woman like you ?
I admit,sweetheart,
I admit,I admit
I have never ever seen
A woman like you,
Even in my dreams.

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Two Days

2009-07-25T02:52:00.000-07:00

Two days life is,two days,no more,no less.
One day we spend waiting for what to come.
One day we spend regretting what was gone.
Between them,there are less gain and more loss.

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Freedom In Love

2009-07-25T02:45:00.000-07:00

Like the birds,love needs freedom and fresh air.
You and I are beloved and lover,
But you live your life,likewise,I live mine.
We are free like the birds and the rivers.

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No Complaint

2009-07-25T02:34:00.000-07:00

After all my flights in the western skies,
And all my sails upon the eastern seas,
I have no complaint,for I enjoyed
All my life,the good years and the bad years.

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The Life Of My Life

2009-07-24T10:45:00.000-07:00

You are everything in my life,sweetheart,
You are everything,everything.
You are my love,my joy,my delight,
My hope,my dream,my pride.
When you leave from my eyes,
My days become nights,
My laughter turn cries,
All the fruits taste sour,
And the sun disappears from the skies.
But when you come to my garden,like breeze
And my eyes see your face,like moon,
You brighten my nights,
With the smile on your lips,
And the charm in your eyes,
The thorns turn flowers,
And autumn becomes spring,
For you are my love,my joy,my delight,
You are my hope,my dream,my pride.
You are the life of my life,
You are everything,sweetheart,
You are everything,everything.
You turn my life
To a river of rapture,
To a dream of ecstasy,
To a pure paradise.

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Your Sweet Wine

2009-07-24T10:40:00.000-07:00

O Saki,tell me,tell me,what does make,
Your wine tonight so sweet,grapevine,raindrops,
Your eyes,your lips,your cheeks,or your songs ?
Tell me,saki,why your wine is so sweet ?

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Only Tonight

2009-07-24T10:37:00.000-07:00

Yesterday ? Why to remind me of tears ?
Tomorrow ? Why to talk to me of fears ?
Speak of the night that we spend now together.
Drink,drink,for the moon will soon disappear.

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Smiling Back

2009-07-24T10:33:00.000-07:00

Your eyes are two lakes of charm.
Let me swim in their wine.
Your heart is a white lotus flower.
Let me enhale its fragrance.
Let me touch your heart,
Let me embrace your eyes.
Let me live with you,love,
For the rest of my life.

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The Scent And The Color

2009-07-24T10:27:00.000-07:00

Love the scent,not the color of flowers.
Read books for their content,not the cover.
Praise the clouds for the rain,not the rivers.
Judge men by hearts,not race or color.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

The Lover And The Beloved

2009-07-24T10:18:00.000-07:00

What did your eyes possibly say to my eyes?
Beloved,what did they say when they met?
What did they possibly say?
For then I felt as though I fell
Into a sea of magic,
And melted within it,
Like sugar,
Like snow,
Like a drop of rain.
And since then,
I am no more as before.
I perceive everything through you:
I hear with your ear,
I see with your eyes,
I speak with your tongue.
And like me,
You now are not only a beloved,
But you are the beloved and the lover.
You are not only a cup,
But the cup and the wine.
You are not only a body,
But the body and the soul.

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Beyond Reality And Dream

2009-07-24T09:58:00.000-07:00

How difficult for me
To paint a picture for you,
Sweetheart,
How difficult it is!
For how can I find
The colors of your eyes,
Or the hues of your lips,
Or the shades of your hair?
How can I find the tints
Of your skin,and where?

How difficult for me
To write a poem about you,
Sweetheart,
How difficult it is!
For how can I find
The words for the melody
Of your voice,
Or the tune of your laughter,
Or the rhythm
Of your steps?
How can I find the music
Of your soul,and where?

How difficult for me
Sweetheart,
To paint or to write!
How difficult to use
The colors,
Or the words,
Or the tunes,
Or the marbles,
Or the gold,
To convey your beauty,
For you are
Beyond all these
Ordinary tools
That men normally use
To describe
Ordinary women,
For you are
Beyond all women
That I have seen
In reality or dream.

Civilized

2009-07-24T07:39:00.000-07:00

Ah! I love,so I am now civilized.
Ah! I am loved,hence I am recognized.
How beautiful ! How beautiful love is !
How beautiful to love and to be loved !

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Grape Fruits

2009-07-24T07:29:00.000-07:00

In my eyes,life appears as a garden full of blooming groves,and in it,women are flowers and fruits.Many are bitter and scentless like colocynth.A few are bitter with sweet smell like basil.And a fewer are scentless though sweet like dates.But you,sweetheart,are different from all women.For you are both sweet and aromatic like heavenly grape fruits.

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The End

2009-07-24T07:23:00.001-07:00

We travel at day,we travel at night.
One day in the east,one day in the west.
If we will leave everything in the end,
Why do not we slow down a bit and rest?

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Why

2009-07-24T07:20:00.001-07:00

Why look down upon your fellow mankind ?
And why walk haughtily upon the ground ?
Be gentle,be kind,treat people with respect.
You will never reach the noon or the cloud.

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One Day Or Two

2009-07-24T07:16:00.000-07:00

You make me angry,and I make you too.
You leave me,and I foolishly leave you.
Why do we waste our life in dispute,
If this life is only a day or two?

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My Poems About You

2009-07-24T07:12:00.000-07:00

I write my poems about you,sweetheart,
Not to tell you that I love you,for you
Already know how I feel about you,
You already know that,you know that so well.

I write my love poems about you,sweetheart,
Not to tell you that you are beautiful,
More beautiful than the sun and the moon.
For you know all that,you know that so well.

I write my love poems about you,sweetheart,
Not to let people know about my love.
For both heavens and earth know about that,
They already know,they know that so well.

I write my love poems about you,sweetheart,
To praise God for creating you for me
More beautiful than the rose and the dawn,
To thank you for being my love as well.

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A Poet's Dream

2009-07-24T07:02:00.000-07:00

Ah,sweetheart!Ah!If I have you with me,
I will conquer the whole world for sure,
I will reach for the sky and pick the stars,
I will make you a necklace of the moon,
I will make you a dress of the dawn,
I will fill your eyes with rays of the sun,
I will pour drops of bliss into your heart,
I will build you a palace of emerald,
I will make you swim in a pool of wine,
I will make you a queen of this world,
I will write you love poems made of gold,
I will make you live a life within life,
Ah,sweetheart!Ah!If I have you with me
,I will possess everything in my hands,
I will be the happiest man for sure,
I will be sultan of lovers and rhyme.

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Loving You

2009-07-24T06:55:00.000-07:00

If they ask me to choose you or the moon,
And the sun,I would definitely choose you.
If they ask of what I did,what I would,
I would proudly say to them :loving you.

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Life Is Only Today

2009-07-24T06:52:00.000-07:00

Yesterday is now no more,already gone.
Tomorrow is uncertain,and unknown.
Life is today,what we have,what we see.
Come,come,let us sing and drink the sweet wine.

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Nothing More,Nothig Less

2009-07-24T06:49:00.000-07:00

Life is but a dream,a short dream life is.
One day we come here,one day we go there.
What we gain from it? What we gain from it ?
Life is a dream,nothing more,nothing less.

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The Dream

2009-07-24T06:45:00.000-07:00

As a child,I dreamed time after time.
I saw mountains and palm-trees behind them.
Later,I saw my dream in my travels.
Is this dream this life?Or this life a dream.

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Come For Me

2009-07-24T06:41:00.000-07:00

I have been waiting for you,adored one,
Since the nightingales spoke of your sweet tune,
Since the sun talked about your shinning smile,
Since the moon told me of your lovely face.

I have been waiting for you,adored one,
To fill my eyes,my heart,and my soul,
With your love,with your charm,with your elegance,
With your joy,with your magic,with your grace.

I have been waiting for you,adored one,
So that the sun gain his rays from your smile,
The moon obtain her night light from your face,
And the breeze wear its fragrance from your lips.

I have been waiting for you,adored one,
Come for the seas,for the skies,for the moon,
Come for the breeze,for the blooms,for the trees,
Come for the birds,for the streams,and for me.

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I Do Love You

2009-07-24T06:31:00.000-07:00

Do I love you?Sweetheart,do you doubt it?
I do love you,sweetheart,and you know it.
You can see it in my eyes,in my lips.
You can feel it in my words,in my songs.

Do I love you?Sweetheart,do you doubt it?
You are always on my mind,day and night.
Like sunshine,you dwell within my eyes.
And like a queen,you reign within my heart.

Do I love you?Sweetheart,do you doubt it?
All women,all birds,all flowers,know it,
Though,words can never express my love.
There is no other love that looks like it.

Do I love you? Sweetheart,do you doubt it?
Yes,yes,I love you,I love you,,sweetheart.
I see you in the flowers,in the trees.
I see you in the rivers,in the seas.

Do I love you?Sweetheart, do you doubt it?
I do love you,sweetheart,and you know it.
You can see it in my eyes,in my lips.
You can feel it in my words,in my songs.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Your Smile

2009-07-24T06:29:00.000-07:00

It matters not if the moon sleeps at night,
It matters not if the sun appears not,
It matters not if the stars never shine,
For your smile fill my eyes with your light.

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How Beautiful

2009-07-24T06:26:00.001-07:00

How delightful are the stars and the moon!
How beautiful are the bloom and women!
How delicious are the fruit and the wine!
How sweet is life if they only remain!

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Come With Me

2009-07-24T06:20:00.000-07:00

Pretty maiden,come,come,
Live with me,
And I will turn your life to paradise,
I will make you smile like dawn,
And laugh like the waves of the Nile,
I will make you bloom like a flower,
And beam like moon,
I will make you sing
Like a nightingale,
And dance like breeze in spring time,
In my arms,
I will Make you feel a real woman,
In my eyes,you will dwell
Like a pearl from Eden,
In my heart,you will remain
Like an angel,like a houri,like a queen.
Pretty maiden,come,come,
Live with me,
And I will turn your life to paradise.

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Life

2009-07-24T06:16:00.000-07:00

Compared with us,flowers are more wiser,
They smile in summer,and smile in winter,
They sleep not at day and sleep not at night,
For they know life is a short dream no more.

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If You Leave

2009-07-24T06:12:00.000-07:00

If You Leave,everything will leave with you:
The nightingales,the sparrows,the doves,
The moon of the sky,the blooms and the streams.
If you leave,what then will be left for me ?

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You Are You

2009-07-24T06:07:00.000-07:00

Why you are so dear,so precious to me ?
For you are the sun,for you are the moon.
In your eyes,I see paradise.
Why you are so precious?For you are you.

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I Realy Loved You

2009-07-24T06:01:00.000-07:00

Maybe I could not do what I should do,
I was not what you expected from me,
Or I was a bit hard,or not so good,
Maybe,maybe,but I really loved you.

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Your Face

2009-07-24T05:57:00.000-07:00

When I think of my heart and of the mud
Of which it was made and I think of your face,
And the light of which it was formed,
I would wonder how dare I think of your love ?

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Saki

2009-07-24T05:54:00.000-07:00

Saki,what have you offered me tonight ?
Are these your eyes or the blue,wide skies ?
Are these your lips or the sweet,red tulips ?
Saki,saki,fill my cup with more wine !

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River Of Smile

2009-07-24T05:50:00.000-07:00

When I look at your hair as long as night,
The lakes of your eyes,the fruit on your breast,
I swim in a river of light white smile.
Yet thinking of death makes me weep in fright.

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The Flute

2009-07-24T05:44:00.000-07:00

How sweet is the sound of the flute tonight!
Sweetheart,how sweet is the sound of the flute!
How Sweet,how sweet!
I admit I never played like this before.
Therefore,I wonder:
Does the flute take its tune from the cheeks
Of the flowers around me ?
Or the light of the moon above my head ?
Or does it reflect the dance
Of the heart within my chest ?
Or perhaps it acquires its sweetness
From your eyes,your cheeks,your lips ?
Or perhaps,or perhaps.
How sweet is the sound of the flute!
Sweetheart,how sweet is the sound of flute!
How sweet,how sweet!

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The Singer

2009-07-24T05:37:00.000-07:00

It was spring and she was sitting beneath the oak tree in a forest behind my house when we first met.She raised her eyes to my eyes and said that we were destined to meet in that place that day.And when she saw the flute in my hand she said with a smile,'You sing ?'I nodded and thought her voice was as lovely as the lakes of her eyes and far sweeter than music.'Will you sing me a little song ?'She asked and I sang as I never sang before.And I was stunned at seeing the doves,the sparrows and the nightingales sitting around us with eyes as wide as sun flowers.'They came to get a glimpse of your eyes,no doubt,'I said.And soon,every one in her forest began to sing in praise of her loveliness.And when their lovely melody came to an end,I realized that it was time for me to leave.'Do not go!'She said.'Your tone is the song of my soul.'I looked at the skies with grateful eyes,then to her jasmine eyes and smiled.

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Short Story

2009-07-24T05:33:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time,a man came to life.
Each day,he went to school to read and write.
He strived,he ate,he drank,he woke,he slept.
He married,he had children,then he left.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

If You Love Me

2009-07-24T05:29:00.000-07:00

If you love me for my wealth,love me not.
If you love me for my fame,love me not.
If you love me for my looks,love me not.
If you love me for me,love me!love me!

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

We Talked Much

2009-07-24T05:26:00.000-07:00

We talked much,my sweetheart,do not you think?
We talked much and your eyes made me drunk.
Your lips,like coral,set fire to my chest.
Lie down by my side before night is done.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Like Rain

2009-07-24T05:20:00.000-07:00

Like rain,tears fall down from my eyes,
When my eyes see tears in your eyes,
When your face,like moon,sometimes disappears.
Even in my dreams,tears fall from my eyes.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Without You

2009-07-24T05:13:00.000-07:00

How can I live
Without you,sweetheart ?
I cannot,I cannot,
For you are part of me,
And I am part of you,
Like wine and glass of wine,
Like sun and sunshine,
Like moon and moonlight.
How can I live
Without you,sweetheart ?
I cannot,I cannot.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Fame

2009-07-24T04:56:00.000-07:00

You made my verse endless,my beloved,
And I made your beauty endless too.
You gave me your love,and thus you made me
Write about my love and your beauty.
People will read these love poems today,
Tomorrow and the day after as well.
They will know that you are my beloved,
And they will talk about your loveliness.
They will know you for me, and me for you.
You made my verse endless,my beloved,
And I made your beauty endless too.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

The Present

2009-07-24T02:55:00.000-07:00

What should I give you as present,sweetheart ?
A golden necklace ? Or tulip flowers ?
Or some perfume ? What should I offer you ?
What should I give you ? What should I give you ?

What should I give you as present,sweetheart ?
What is gold compared to your precious hair ?
What is red tulips compared to your lips ?
What is perfume compared to your sweet cheeks ?

What should I give you as present,sweetheart ?
My heart ? My love ?My life ? My poems ?
But they are already yours,they are yours.
What should I give you as present,sweetheart ?

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

If You Love Me

2009-07-24T02:50:00.000-07:00

If You Leave

2009-07-24T02:46:00.000-07:00

If you leave me,love,I will not stop you.
How can I object or stand in your way ?
Instead,I will try to smile in your face,
Even though my heart will weep unto death.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

The True Love

2009-07-24T02:41:00.000-07:00

'Look,adored one!' to me said the beloved,
'Do you see the moon up there and the blooms,
And the trees down here laden with sweet fruit ?
Do you see all this beauty around us ?

'Beloved' I said.'What moon? What flowers ?
What trees ? What grace you are talking about ?
I see nothing with my eyes here but
Your face,your cheeks,your eyes and your lips.'

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Pretty Woman

2009-07-24T02:35:00.000-07:00

Who are you,pretty woman ?Who are you ?
Are you a waterfall of tulips ?
Or a spring of smiles ?
Are you a well of magic ?
Or a stream of dreams ?
Are you a tree of eternity ?
Or a houri from paradise ?
Are you a fountain of affection ?
Or a river of delight ?
Are you a lake of ecstasy ?
Are you a forest of mystery ?
Are you the sun ?
Or the moon ?
Or the seas ?
Or the skies ?
Are you the Nile river ?
Are you paradise ?
Who are you pretty woman ?Who are you ?
Tell me,tell me,who are you? Who are you ?

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Pour Your Wine

2009-07-24T02:31:00.000-07:00

Saki,saki,pour your wine,pour your wine.
The moon pours gold on the blooms and the trees,
And the stars swim in a river of wine.
Saki,saki,from your lips,pour your wine.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Through Me

2009-07-24T02:25:00.000-07:00

The poet is you,love,not me,not me.
You write all these poems through me,through me.
In them,you pour your soul,your melody.
You are the poet,love,not me,not me.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Your Eyes

2009-07-24T02:20:00.000-07:00

Your eyes,sweetheart,
Make me swim in their lakes,
Make me sleep in their shores,
Make me drink from their wine.

Your eyes,sweetheart,
Sing to me sweet songs,
Light my wintry nights,
Mesmerize my eyes.

Your eyes,sweetheart,
Remind me of the doves,
Of the flowers,
Of the skies.

Your eyes,sweetheart,
Teach me
How to love,
How to live,
How to write.

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We Choose Not

2009-07-24T02:17:00.000-07:00

You think you choose me,and I think I do,
Although,neither you choose me,nor do I.
We have been destined to meet and to love.
We meet,we love,though in fact,we choose not.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

For You

2009-07-24T02:11:00.000-07:00

If you love me,sweetheart,if you love me
Compare me not to the sun or the moon,
Compare me not to Aphrodite or Hathur,
Tell me not that my eyes and my lips
Remind you of Cleopatra or Isis.
If you love me,sweetheart,if you love me
Look beyond my eyes and my lips.
If you love me,sweetheart,if you love me
Love me not for the visions that you see
Or the images that you view about me.
If you love me,sweetheart,if you love me
Love me not for them,or for you,but for me.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Love Dance

2009-07-24T02:07:00.000-07:00

In your love, I sing my songs everyday,
In sun, in rain,and like a slaughtered bird,
I dance at your doorstep in ecstasy,
For your love is my happiness and pain.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

If Not For Love

2009-07-24T02:02:00.000-07:00

If it was not for love in your eyes,
Sweetheart,and for love in my eyes,
Why then does the moon tonight pour down
Her gold upon my garden in delight ?
Why do the stars swim in a pool of smile ?
Why do the rain drops look like sacred wines ?
Why is the breeze so cool,so fresh,so sweet,
Like a pure perfume from paradise ?
Why do you look like a lotus flower
On the bank of the heavenly Nile ?
Why does life look so beautiful,sweetheart,
In your eyes as well as in my eyes ?

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

My Poetry

2009-07-24T01:57:00.000-07:00

If you remember me,one day,my friend,
And read my poems,not barely as words,
But as hopes and despairs,as tears and smiles,
As love,as longings,as adorations,
As confessions,as fragments of my self,
Read them then not only with your eyes,
But also with your heart and your soul.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

My Poetry

2009-07-24T01:06:00.000-07:00

If you remember me,one day,sweetheart,
Read my poems, not merely as sweet words,
But as longings and fragments of my self,
Read them not with your eyes,but your heart.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

I Love You For You

2009-07-24T01:04:00.000-07:00

It is true I love you,sweetheart,not forYou have a pretty face with large eyes,Like the color of the lakes of the skies,And sweet sultry lips made of red tulips.I love you,soul mate,not for the musicIn your voice which scatters like peaches,Nor for your long neck like that of a swan,Nor for your thighs,your breasts,your arms,your waist.I love you,darling,not for this or that,For this kind of love is not a true love.I love you,dearest one,for what I seeWith the eye of my heart within your skin,And beyond the color and the sizeOf your hair and your eyes and your lips.I love you,my love,for love and for you.

With You

2009-07-24T00:58:00.000-07:00

With you,sweetheart,I feel
As though I were at home.
In your friendly face, I see the Nile,
I see its waves in your hair,
I see its wine in your eyes,
I see its laughter in your lips.
On your breasts, I see wild doves,
On your cheeks, I see lotus flowers,
On your arms, I see palm-trees.
In you, I see the moon,the sun,the skies.
With you,sweetheart, I feel
As though I were at home.
You gather the fragments of my body one by one.
You cure the wounds in my body and my soul.
You take me back to my land,
To the hills,to the meadows,to the seas.
With you,sweetheart,I feel
As though I were at home.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Enlightenment

2009-07-24T00:53:00.000-07:00

Love,beloved, is a quest,a journey,
A discovery,an enlightenment.
And since my birth on this earth,
I have beenLooking for you everywhere,here and there,
Until at last,I discovered that you
Have been always here with me deep within.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

River Of Rapture

2009-07-24T00:44:00.000-07:00

Tonight,in my bed,in my bed,
You stretch your white soft body
Like a gentle milky cloud in the skies
With stars planted tenderly
In your cheeks,in your breasts,
In your arms,in your navel,
In your thighs,in your feet,
Like a glowing tattoo made of gold.
You pour down the nectar of your charm
Upon the pillows,the sheets of my bed,
Like drops of wine from heavenly grapevine.
And you fill the air with the fragrance
Of your delicious fruit body
Like amber,like musk,like scent of tulips.
Tonight,you are in my bed,in my bed,
Like a river of rapture,
Like a princess of grace,
Like a houri from paradise.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Do You Love Me

2009-07-24T00:18:00.000-07:00

When I ask your eyes:do you love me ?
They say nothing,but they shine as moon light.

When I ask your lips: do you love me ?
They say nothing,but they beam as sunshine.

When I ask you: do you love me,sweetheart ?
You only look in my eyes and smile.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

The Mirror

2009-07-24T00:13:00.000-07:00

Blessed you are,my beloved,and blessed are your body and soul together.In you,you gather the mines of earth and the treasures of heavens.You posses the brooks and the woods, the nights and the dawns,the honeys and the fruits.Every time I look at you,I see all reflections of beauty.I see an orchard of charm,a meadow of elegance,a garden of grace.I see a river of spike,a cascade of gold,a sea of light.I see a gazelle and a giraffe,a mare and a swan,a mermaid and a houri.And like a mirror of magic,you reflect all beauties on earth and in heavens,in meadows and rivers,in forests and seas.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved

Night Of Delight

2009-07-24T00:10:00.000-07:00

How pretty the moon is tonight ! She smiles in delight,and like a princess in gold,she scatters silver coins like drops of wine.And you and I,my beloved,finally meet in my garden.And reclining upon the grass,we whisper in affection and smile.The boughs of the trees,laden with clustered fruits,bow down almost to the ground.Goblets of silver are brought round for us,and beakers are as bright as glass but made of silver.We drink a cup of whereof the mixture is of zanjabil.And near our bare feet runs a dreaming soft brook. At the right and left,pretty maidens of everlasting youth like scattered pearls,sing sweetly like nightingales from paradise.And like a thirsty grouse from the Sahara,I sip the wine from the tulips upon your lips,whereas you sigh in rapture and smile as the pretty moon in the skies.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved

Cup Bearer

2009-07-24T00:08:00.000-07:00

Cup bearer,rise,rise,the sun now is up.
The flowers in my garden are awake,
And the sparrows sing sweetly their love song.
Saki,come,come,pour your wine in my cup.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Underneath The Divine Tree

2009-07-24T00:05:00.000-07:00

How thrilled I am,beloved ! At last we have reached the holy garden of love together.Let me first push the gate of the garden open.And then,let us take off our shoes and walk bare feet towards it.Afterwards,let us step inside it and tread gently upon the isles whose soil is made of flowers and dew drops.Inside the garden,we will witness marvelous things that no one had seen,no one had heard of,no one had thought or dreamed of before.Therein are rivers of water unpolluted,and rivers of wine delicious to drinkers,and rivers of clear-run honey.Therein for us is every kind of fruit,every type of flowers,every sort of trees.And underneath Sideratul Muntaha,the Divine tree,we sit side by side.And as we rest for a while,houris and angels sing and dance for us and pretty maidens offer us a cup of kafur and a plate full of apples,pomegranate and grapes,whereas nightingales,sparrows and doves look at us from above the boughs of the trees and spray a heavenly fragrance upon our heads.And at the end of the ceremony,we strip off our clothes and swim together in the river of eternity whose waves are a mixture of moon light,sun beam and pure perfume.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved

The Orchard

2009-07-24T00:03:00.000-07:00

Come,love,let us enter the orchard,
And step gently on the face of the ground,
Lest we wake the flowers within the earth.
Let us kiss the blooms and sing with the birds.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved

Have You Ever Been In Love

2009-07-23T23:55:00.000-07:00

Full moon
In the sky,
Pray say,
Where do you
Come from ?
Do you come
From the clouds ?
From within
The waves
Of the Nile ?
From Eden
In paradise ?

Full moon
In the sky,
Pray come
A bit closer,
And tell me:
Do you feel
A bit lonely,
At night ?
Have you ever
Been in love ?
Are you happy
With your life ?

Full moon
In the sky,
Pray come
More closer.
Let me look
In your eyes.
Let me kiss
Your lips.
Let me drink
From your wine.
Let me swim
In your light.

Full moon
In the sky,
Pray say,
Where do you
Come from ?
Do you come
From the clouds ?
From within
The waves
Of the Nile ?
From Eden
In paradise ?

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved

The First And The Last

2009-07-23T23:52:00.000-07:00

All that is in the heavens and all that is in the earth adores you,my beloved.You are the flower and the odor,the outward and the inward,the first and the last.You are with me wherever I may be.Your love is the sovereignty of the hearts and the souls,and unto you all beautiful things are brought back.You are the love and the beloved,the beauty and the beautiful,the truth and the true.You are able to do all things.You cast love in my heart,and take away the sleep from my eyes.Your eyes are the prettiest lakes of amber that I have ever seen with my eyes.For them,and for the sake of their charm,I place my heart and my soul in your hands.And at your feet,I put my crown and my gold.I adore you,and I know I am not alone in my love for you.For all that is in the heavens and all that is in the earth adores you,my beloved.You are the flower and the odor,the outward and the inward,the first and the last.

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Thebes

2009-07-23T23:45:00.000-07:00

Take me back,Sinbad,
To the land
Of magic,
And peace.
Take me back
To Thebes,
And the Nile.
Take me back
To the beloved
Whose eyes
Are as
Wide as
The blue skies,
And whose hair
Is as
Wild as
The gazelles
Of the Sahara.
Take me back
To the people
Whose hearts
Are as
White as
The snow,
And their smile
Is as
Bright as
Moon light.
Take my emerald.
Take my gold.
Take my horse.
Take my sword.
Take all
That I gained
In my elusive,
Vanity trip,
And then,
Take me back
To my land.
Take my back.
Take me back.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved

Night Of Light

2009-07-23T23:42:00.000-07:00

Tonight is the night of the nights,my beloved.The stars spread across the skies like thickly-scattered moths,whereas the moon fills the eyes with her smile like waves of sunrise.And your calm pretty face appears to my eyes like a houri in a garden under which rivers flow softly with sweet,pure wine. Meantime,angels descend from the heavens to the ground like pigeons from Eden.And like silken,white curtains, peace comes down unto the earth and remains until the night falls asleep,and the dawn rises up in the skies.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

The Question

2009-07-23T23:38:00.000-07:00

To love you,or not to love you is not the question,my beloved,it is not.For my love for you is a cherry tree that grew within me in the moment of my birth.Hence,to love you,or not to love you is not the question,my beloved,it is not.But the question is this: do you love me as well ?

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

A Lovely Night

2009-07-23T23:33:00.000-07:00

Why do you sleep now ? The moon is still up,
And the stars are awake and the sparrows,
And the flowers.Rise,rise,and bring the wine,
And sing.Why do we waste a lovely night ?

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Because Of You

2009-07-23T23:28:00.000-07:00

Glory to you,my beloved,and to your lustrous big eyes as long as the moon beams in the heart of the skies.I bear witness that there is no beauty save your beauty,and that all songs of praise of birds,of angels,of houris,of mermaids,is dedicated to you for the charm in your eyes and the sweetness in your lips.So pure you are,so holy,so undefiled.Your dark thickly hair is as long as palm-trees,with shoots of fruit-stalks,piled one over another.Your lips are red berries,and your chest bears pomegranates and grapes from paradise.Because of you,I listen to the songs of birds,to the whispers of flowers,to the ripples of waves,to the murmurs of breeze.And again,I bear witness that there is no maiden save you who possesses such charm that you have in your eyes,or owns such sweetness that you own in your lips.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Love Me For Love

2009-07-23T23:25:00.000-07:00

Love me not,my love,for the lakes of my eyes,and the wine within my lips.Love me not,my love,for the gold in my hair, and the roses on my cheeks.Love me not,my love,for what you may see with your eyes. For this is only the outer side of my self. Love me not,my love, for the things that will fade away day by day like wind.Love me,my love, for what I have deep within my skin:for my feelings and my thoughts.Love me for love,my love,that you may feel for me,with your heart and your soul.

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

The Dream:A Fairy Tale

2009-07-23T23:20:00.000-07:00

Last night,I had a dream.I was fishing in a river,but I had no luck the whole day.Every time, I cast my net,it came out either with a bough,or a bucket,or a stone.At last,I decided to cast my net one more time and leave.So I cast my net,and when I pulled it out,I found a bottle in it.And when I opened it,a jinni,like a tall palm tree,came out.'Master!'He said in a voice as loud as thunder.'All your wishes are now my commands.' The greed in me was awakened at once.'What if I asked for pearls, for emeralds,for gold?'I thought to myself.'Tell me,jinni,if you shower me with power,wealth and fame,can these things bring me love,happiness and peace?'I wondered.'Poor fisherman,'said the jinni.'These things come only from within.' Hearing this,I put the jinni back into the bottle,and threw it into the river.Then I went back home with no fish,with no pearls,with no emeralds,with no gold,but with peace in my mind and content in my heart.

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Wise Man

2009-07-23T23:17:00.000-07:00

Wise man, you are the sage and the poet.
So many books you read and wrote.
You travelled to the east and to the west.
Tell me why have the people come and left?

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)

Let Us Live In Peace

2009-07-23T23:14:00.000-07:00

Why do not we live in peace with others and with ourselves? Why do we fight those who are not like us? Why do we fight those who believe in different religions,different values,different concepts,different thoughts? Why do we fight others who are different from us? If we should,let us fight the self within each of us.Let us fight our true enemies: egoism,prejudice, discrimination,hatred,greed and vanity.Why do we fight others who are different from us? Why do not we live in peace with others and with ourselves?Why? Why?

Author: Arif Khudairi© copyright, 2001 (all rights reserved)