قصيدة الدكتور محمد الجاغوب بعنوان:
(أشم بصوتكِ زهرَ الروابي) مترجمة من اللغة العربية
I Smell the Blossoms of the Hills in Your Voice 🌿
How wondrous you are, like the gazelles,
and your voice, sweet and melodious.
It comes in the evening like the flutter of a string,
and how wondrous you are, like the light,
moving gracefully,
melting darkness and clearing gloom.
How wondrous you are, like the stars,
and like the sky,
where shines the light of the moon.
How wondrous you are, like generosity,
like faithfulness,
like sacrifice, and like victory.
I seem to smell your voice,
the blossoms of the hills,
from which fragrance spreads and floats.
I seem to see you, the beautiful spring,
radiant, and the trees leafed anew,
while the breeze whispers through the air.
I seem to see you, sweet slumber,
slipping softly through the wakeful eyelid.
Your words are nectar melting,
the color of agate, the magic of sparkle,
and the perfume of enchantment dwelling in the soul.
Your words are the birds’ song,
the blooming flowers, the whispering breeze,
and the rain’s patter upon the leaves of days.
Your words awaken in me ancient hopes,
and memories of a beautiful time gone by.
Your words remind my heart
of the olden days, the magic of speech,
and the finest thoughts,
sweeping away the dust of long exile,
that accumulated and settled.
Your words erase the shadows of heavy despair,
leaving in my soul a trace of beauty.
May time grant you the nectar of wishes,
keep you safe from sorrow and harm,
bestow upon you goodness wherever you go,
and preserve your life from all evil....
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