درس من كاما سوطرا
with a glass inlaid with gemstones,
wait for her…
on a pool around the evening
and among the perfumed roses, wait for her…
with the patience of a horse
destined for the slopes of the mountains, wait for her…
with a distinctive aesthetic taste of a prince, wait for her…
with seven pillows stuffed with light clouds, wait for her…
with the fire of women incense filling the place, wait for her…
with the scent of a male sandals on horseback, wait for her…
and do not rush it, if she arrives late then wait for her…
and if she arrives early, wait for her…
do not flinch the bird from her braids and wait for her…
let her sit comfortable as a garden
at the height of its flowers, and wait for her…
let her breathe this air that is foreign to her heart,
and wait for her…
to lift her dress from her leg cloud by cloud
and wait for her…
take her to the balcony
to see a moon soaked in milk, wait for her…
serve her water, before the wine
and do not glance at the twin partridge sleeping on her chest,
and wait for her…
gently touch her hand as she puts the glass on the marble,
as if you are carrying the dew on her behalf , and wait for her…
talk to her as a flute talking to a fearful violin string
as if both of you are witnessing what tomorrow is planning for you,
and wait for her…
ring by ring, shine the night for her, and wait for her…
until the night says to you: no one exists anymore but the two of you
take her gently, to the death you desire, and wait for her!
Translation by Dr Fayeq Oweis