حبيبتي، إستيقظي

English translation · Assisted by AI

Threads of sunlight burn my cheek; morning has come, the hours of the world have struck, and life has crept through the corridors of my body. Gently I slip your scarf from between your sleeping hands — a failed attempt to shield these warm rays from my eyes.

In a heavy, languid motion I turn, to make of your white cover a sky that unites our two bodies anew. Your breath is warm too, and your hair falls softly over most of your face. I gaze intently, resisting the gentle drowsiness that teases my eyelids. I savor it, so I linger in looking at you; I draw near, modestly, trying to catch your breath. My hand trembles, then reaches to uncover your conquered face, carving a path toward your lips … a kiss of thanks and gratitude … my hand clenches, my heart shivers, and in your absence I confess a sincere vow … "My love for you: eternity, wildness, art, travel, motherhood, chivalry, homeland and worship … a love renewed every morning."

My beloved, wake up … I will make you your morning coffee.