and how quickly they slip by
making us forget all about life and existence
instilling in us instead the deepest happiness
if wishes could come true
the biggest one would be the
endless perpetuation of those
blossoming summer nights
where everything is beautiful
and expanding in your dreams
where the moon slithers across the sky
lost in the imaginings of her love
the still nature evokes with its sounds
the longings of the heart to love
but the days do not stop for wishes
and are not moved by the lamenting
of souls in their sleepless anguish
Translated from Zeinab
the story of an Egyptian peasant girl
by Mohamed Hussein Heikal
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