The Triumph of Love over Death
My heart, my mind, the two have worked together,
Each of them elemented and fostered my spirit.
Some day, a stranger stepped in seeking decent weather;
The guest waited for the host to meet and gain the merit.
Whose turn is this? Whose undertaking? Such was the blather;
My heart greeting, my mind retreating, such was my spirit.
But then, see
My spirit is elemented by both and favours no one to the other;
With brimming eyes, tempestuous sighs, the guest was asked out.
'Keep out', the mind asserted, 'keep always the doors clean'
Next to breaking, my heart to the balm has waved out;
'Be around, Love, be sound. Seek neither weather nor wind'
'Come again, Love, come and feel for them all the blind'
'Wipe out your tears, shed only more of them, Love, in not out'
'For nothing great, nothing radiant without you will come about'
My spirit, O spirit, without this guest you are then dead.
Reason, what reason? Mind, O mind till when this nonsense?
"Life will prevail until death prevails" thus was said;
But Love shall triumph, crown the beauty of life and hence
Love shall prevail, read life again, over the mind and its death.
Tunis, le 30/ 03/ 2009