I wait for you…
I wait for you my love.
I wait for you to come back.
for your brother to come back.
I wait..
I talk to a picture. I cry to a wall.
I sob in silence. Wait for the call.
And I wait… more and more.
I count the days. I count the hours.
the seconds for your call…
love,
no matter how long you go
how far away,
know
you will always stay
right here in my arms
near to my side
in my heart..
know
I wait for you
My heart with you
I wait for you
With all the longing
of all the lovers
put together…
I wait for you
wistful. drained.
alone and aged..
To this extent I don’t matter?!
and my tears don’t matter?
and my love doesn’t matter?
I am afraid
this distance will take
a bite of my love
every day
you longer stay
away…
why did you stop..
asking about me?
why did you stop..
calling me?
all this while you plan to stay?!
to stay away
from where hearts sing your name?
from where tears wash your pain?
for how long would I live?
and you are..
still very far..
Come back.
‘Come back!?!’ I cry
My love calls you
My heart calls you
Come back!
Come back my son.
I wait for you
I wait for you
I wait for you every day…
(pic: El-Mama; Rawsheh, Beyrouth 2003)
PS: this post is inspired by Azzeza Jallal’s song ‘Mistaniyak’, which Mar’s latest post reminded me off. The story goes that my parents were out on one of their usual, long Sunday road trips, and my father put on this song in the car (Mistaniyak) for my mother to listen to it. She burst into tears, and was so embarrassed when my father relayed the story to me on the phone.
14 comments:
that's what mothers do
very sweet gus (keef jara :P)
Hope you see each other soon.I like the translation, it sounds so original. Glad I reminded you of someone that close to your heart :)
This poem is so beautiful...It's so funny how a mother's heart is always with her children. There is an old Lebabese saying where a wife tells her husband to kill his mother. To prove he has killed her, he must bring back her heart. The son kills his mother and runs home to his wife, with the bloodied heart in his hands. On his way, he trips over and the heart falls. As he gets up, he hears the heart say "Are you all right my son?" I know this is wishy washy but my father repeats this to me whenever I upset my mother ...
Josette! my father tells me the same story tooooo!!!!!!!!
this made me cry...and her picture :)
مستنياك يا حبيبي بشوق...كل العشاق
مستنياك تعبت تعبت ....من الأشواق
I love it, Gus!
you understand.
I felt as if it was my mom's talk... sad
i love that photo gus. my mother comes in ten days and i can't stop thinking of her. beautiful post...
My mother cries a lot.
I have two brothers studying abroad.
And she still hangs on to the one left in Lebanon who is spreading his wings day by day .. ready to fly away ..
Touching ya Ghassan.
One of the things that make me so sad when I travel is seeing what my mum has to go through everytime. It just kills me how much she seems to be hurt. and it hurts me back. Thanks for that post, touchy.
wat can i say?
...
my eyes render the words... meaningless!
thank you. In my family we don't share the sorrow, the sadness, but we are aware of the silent cries.. that's why I thank you for sharing your feelings too.
Your site is on top of my favourites - Great work I like it.
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