I Am To My Love

Painting attributed to Vladimir Volegov

Behold and hear
My little white bird
Why be absurd

And curious
It's obvious
And crystal clear
Don't blame or get mad
Or be sad
This is the way to be
I am to my love
And he is to me

Winter is gone he said
The dove returned
Apples blossomed and sent
To my doors their scent
With little dew and sunrise
Truly in your eyes lies
My spring and skies

So when he made the call
I did not hesitate
I ran to my fate
He took me and stole
My sleep and comfort
Put to our escort
Beauty and its merits
We stood in the holy court
Where love prays
And asked the sun rays
To bits by bits
Our love story knits.

Sami Cherkaoui
(An attempt to give a Fayrouz song an English meaning)