Traslation From an Arabic Poem I wrote 1972
 

 I feel lonely,
and I am lonely.

 

 

I am lonely in my thoughts,

I am lonely in my hopes,
And my hopes are the impossible.

 

 

It is impossible in my mind,
To live with my arts,
Singing in the day,
And singing in the nights,
The songs of my imagination.

  

 

My imagination is fertile,
I could fly  far …
And reach up to the star...
But reaching my love is the impossible.

  

 

It is impossible in my mind,
To reach my love.
And touch my love,
And feel the depth of love,
when my love is the creation
Of my imagination.

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