Draish: In the Waiting Area

Longing never ceases at the moment of reunion;

Let me live in the bliss of my waiting.

Distance paints for me the shadows of masts;

The heartbeat of the one who waits for the ships.

The ecstasy of joy in the shade, before its completion,

Is sweeter than the sun of union at noon.

Any flaw... severs the vein of emotion;

Keep your guide always as the glint of the treacherous.

Some arrivals become a curse unto themselves;

The most delightful of them is wandering in the midst of deserts.

Your promise is like the image of a gazelle, veiled in a shawl;

And in my mind, a gathering of beasts and wild creatures.