Greetings Rana!

I told you don’t give yourself to this death without end

Give me your hand, together we will close these 

reproachful doors.

This death knows well these lustful bodies

I told you don’t give yourself to strangers.

I told you don’t make excuses…

Don’t sacrifice your body for a mustache, matches and a cane.

I told you to come, 

Come so my pen can dance on your body

Come,

So you might be the host of my original words,

Come, 

I will make your flirtations the subject of my painting.

Rana!

Has any woman ever come to be a guest in your heart? 

Has your heart ever felt the reassuring hand of a woman? 

I wanted to whisper in your ears,

But…

When my lips came close to your earrings 

I crossed the boarder

Ever shining earrings, Rana!

Your breasts between my lip and hands

Were ecstasy 

Like a drunken pixie, you gave yourself to my body

I told you to come. 

Fire has not been loyal to anyone. 

As always, you bit your lips and said,

“Hush, be ashamed! Ashamed!”

One of my feet on this side and one on that side

I was holding your skirt 

And he was holding your sleeves.

I said,“Come!

Don’t give yourself to that death!”

Rana!

Tell me about your past beauty.

Don’t tell me your face has wrinkled,

Don’t say you are more useless than death.

Don’t say that your breasts sag and

Your shirt no more compliments your long neck!

Rana!

Send me a picture.

No, I don’t want it.

No, no! Don’t send it. 

I don’t want the memory of our bodies sliding together

To become a nightmare of shadows laughing 

As your skirt is pulled from my grip.