Romeo in old age fadhil al-azzawi
Play all audios:
Flame of sixty years, if I wept nightly over my loss who will water my tears? Who will raise life out of death? Who will believe me if I said, “Flowers grow and laugh on my banks”? I am the
prophet of passion. This is my confession. Let the boys laugh at me: Romeo without Juliet, O Juliet relent. Dear God, inspire her for you are the sun in the night of the old and spent. A
retired man who is not good at chess spends his nights swearing by the stars, but the night star has set. MORE TO READ