If black is the colour of mourning,
it is not a proper custom for me,
Because black is the mole on my beloved's cheek,
Black are the curly tresses of my beloved,
Black is the night of power,
Black is the ink in which the Quran is written,
Black is the light adored by mystics
Look at me,
I love black over all the colours,
For me it is not the colour of mourning,
Like the Andulisian Muslims...
the white is the colour of mourning,
For the dead is shrouded in white cloth.
Mykoul
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I would like to translate this poem
Thank you poet for this new way of looking at things.. A message so liberal.. lovely and heart touching poem. Thanks for sharing it.