09/01/2026
When Muzaffar Al-Nawab loves… ❤️
Some words are not meant to be translated literally — they are meant to be felt.
ولمحبّي مظفر… اقرأوها بقلبكم، واتركوا للكلمات أن تقول ما لا يُقال. ❤️
For my English-speaking friends: Follow the numbered verses in the Reel with their English poetic translation below.
① So deeply wronged by you… that even those who would gloat over my pain pity me — yet still have cause to gloat over me.
② So many shards of your cruelty are lodged in my soul… and still I call it tenderness.
③ When you visit me in my dreams, beloved… orange blossoms bloom within me.
④ I pull you fiercely into me, hold you with longing… until our breath mingles, lung against lung.
⑤ And I ask you, where have you been? A whole year has passed… and you haven't even wandered through my dreams.
⑥ My fleeting lover, lie with me a little longer… for by morning, our time will be gone.
— Muzaffar Al-Nawab | مظفر النواب
An English poetic rendering that tries to preserve the emotion, intimacy, and imagery of the Iraqi dialect rather than translate it literally.
#شعر #العراق
