Saturday, September 03, 2005

Hoping

If it happens, that words could forever reverberates
Adjourning the soul in this recital of words
I’m hoping it shall be my name,
Reverberating through your lips

Though I’m uncertain if memory could endure the aging race
A legendary masterpiece is unforgettable -even if it’s in a short glance
I’m hoping I will be unending in your mind
Everlasting glow remains through the darkness
Kindly awaking your heart on its time of silence

Witnessing the silence of the sky
Towards embracing the earth without boundaries
I’m hoping you will embrace my heart with love
Giving love with out limits or boundaries
For love can be spacious-unlimited as the sky

© 2005, Nasra Al Adawi


Kutumaini
(Swahili Transltion )

Kama itatokea, maneno milele kurindima
Nafsi kuipokea, inayoyaghani daima
Ni matumaini yangu ni jina langu
Ndilo litarindima mdomoni pako.

Ingawa sina yakini ufahamu kutopotea
Na kizazi kinachozeeka
Sanaa bora inayosifika
Haisahauliki hata kwa jicho la kupita
Ninatumai, ntakuwa nisoisha moyoni mwako
Mng’ao wa kudumu gizani
Ukiuamsha moyo wako kwa upole
Uwapo kwenye hali ya kunyamaa

Mfano wa kimya mang’aingani kikumbatiavyo ardhi bila mipaka
Natumai utaukumbatia moyo wangu kwa upendo
Ukinipa penzi liso vipimo wala mipaka
Kwani pendo laweza kuwa na ujazo – uso ukomo kama anga

7 Comments:

Blogger . : A : . said...

Beautiful line,

"For love can be spacious-unlimited as the sky"

The poem has a longing running through it.

Saturday, September 03, 2005  
Blogger diana christine said...

oh, but you have touched our deepest desire, to be unending in his mind, an everlasting glow remaining through the darkness...

Saturday, September 03, 2005  
Blogger "ME" Liz Strauss said...

I’m hoping it shall be my name,
Reverberating through your lips

Names
the most important words we know

A beautifully expresses thought.

smiles,
me-Liz

Monday, September 05, 2005  
Blogger sirbarrett said...

Brutally beautiful. This seems honest to me based on how it reverberates in me. We are demanding creatures are we not? We want to hear our names, our beings, needed. It goes back to Maslow and before him. I hope you know how loved you are, though that is hard to ensure.

Thursday, September 15, 2005  
Blogger moggaless said...

Shairi lako in nzuri sana.....

Sunday, November 06, 2005  
Blogger Ndesanjo Macha said...

Shairi hilo (tafsriri ya kiswahili) zuri sana. Hongera. Na kumbe ulizaliwa Pemba??

Sunday, December 25, 2005  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

The silence of love is a symphony
The longing of hope is a prayer

Friday, January 06, 2006  

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