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The Creeping Waves

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The waves creep

And my martyr lover

Brightens a light

Shines a passion

Rises a sun

My lover

A martyr

I'm not wrong

I don't mock

And I have declared my love

There is no love without a home

And no tune without a home

I search among the waves

And thunderbolts will not kill me

Nor hold me

I will make of your bleeding a heart

Quuvering

Creeping

Oh waves creep

And calm down

There's no love without a home

No affection without a home

No tune without a home.

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A poem translated from Arabic into English by Abdellatif Birous.