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I love you house after house
I love you against deadly traditions
You are a believer, and your prayers are your kisses
You are different; Your objection is your kisses
Do not be afraid of love, of hope, of tomorrow
I kiss you among the Taliban, don't be afraid
I kiss you in the streets of the mosque, and don't shiver
I kiss you among the fragrance of wild plants, and don't worry
I kiss you in taxis, on the streets
I kiss you against the infidelity of priests
Between cuts and sores and blood, kiss me
Amidst the hail of bullets, kiss my lips
I kiss you between sighs and funerals
And kiss me in the midst of suicide bombings
Kiss me, to go up to the sky for a moment
To be young in their old, dilapidated city
Although our youth was a blade on our neck
Although our youth was only lonely at home, and lonely in travel
And leaving empty pockets to the end of the world
To explode in the rain as if we were a lump
And to explode in the street with terrorists.
We read poem at night and have nightmares
To see flowers in the eyes of the apostates
We learn to make brothers in schools
To become poets, to spend our nights in the heartbreak of sleeping with the moon
And to sleep with "servant of the religion of the Messenger of God"
Your share of this city is the denial of the well-known
Every tear in your eye is a good political element
You come quietly and I hug you softly
Don't cry, don't cry, I'm killing you softly
Kiss the tears that fall on your cheeks
I kiss your hair, your dry lips, and I kiss your voice
Talk to me despite your closed lips all this life
And do not cry, O the safety to my tongue, garden that I love, even though you are burnt
O bud that grows on my shrine
Leave your head on my shoulder, all that I have and I don't have wouldn't matter.