The wanderer

When the day is invaded by night,
And it is dark but so little light.
Silence is spread, all is quiet,
And you, Lovers, like to stay awake

Happy and sleepless,

Watching the daybreak,

Round the tables of chat,

And when wine is poured,
And clamor is getting loud,
With the romance of Antara and Queis,
I beg you to remember,
That behind your tents,
There is a wanderer with no provisions,
To the homeland of shahrazad
His heart is getting weak and smothering,
But he still has a hope and longing….

Ali el-Assal