Cristina Branco “Vida Triste” Translation: Condemned to live sad Is he who loves much. You, my heart, never withstood The love that the pain inflames. Again my tortured heart Sought shelter in thy breast, uselessly; No one will console the burning thirst Nor is it is satisfied with the delights of passion. And always, for…
My art is loving that beauty
Translation: Go tell the faqih for me My art is loving that beauty My drink is with him, from the glass and the Ḥaḍra, with those gathered round and my dear friends around me lifted all my burdens from me Go tell the faqih for me My art is loving that beauty Which Way do you…