True & False lover Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

True Lover
Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

I said once to my father i am ashiq, in love
He raised his head to me satiricaly smiling
And repeated three times to me mockingly:
In love in love in love then saying meanwhile:
You must rather say you are afflicted with love
You say you are in love, but you are lying
Say you are sick with love and almost dying
I nodded schockingly and silently for a while
Outraged, he went on, speaking, almost crying:
You are a false lover, the true lover
would suffer from many symptoms,
Day and night weeping, constantly sobbing and sighing,
gets stomchaches, fever, anorexia, sick
Nothing eating, tongue-tied, in bed lying,
And you eat now three shares of meals
You are now cunningly beguiling
If you are actually in love, you cannot tell
Of what happened to you, and you would have
put your affliction with pen on paper, complaining,
You would have got annoyed and annoying
Haven't you heard the true lover-poet lamenting?
(And the language of speech was disrupted,
and my eyes addressed in the language of love your eyes.)
Hah..you tell me now you're in love
Meanwhile you are sweetly smiling!


Freyad Hugo
Heerenveen
October,2021