<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471011" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fortune Teller</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sat with fear in her eyes<br>Contemplating the upturned cup<br>She said 'Do not be sad, my son<br>You are destined to fall in love'<br>My son, Who sacrifices himself for his beloved,<br>Is a martyr</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*<br>For long have I studied fortune-telling<br>But never have I read a cup similar to yours<br>For long have I studied fortune-telling<br>But never have I seen sorrows similar to yours<br>You are predestined to sail forever<br>Sail-less, on the sea of love<br>Your life is forever destined<br>To be a book of tears<br>And be imprisoned<br>Between water and fire</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*<br>But despite all its pains,<br>Despite the sadness<br>That is with us day and night<br>Despite the wind<br>The rainy weather<br>And the cyclone<br>It is love, my son<br>That will be forever the best of fates</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*<br>There is a woman in your life, my son<br>Her eyes are so beautiful<br>Glory to God<br>Her mouth and her laughter<br>Are full of roses and melodies<br>And her gypsy and crazy love of life<br>Travels the world<br>The woman you love<br>May be your whole world<br>But your sky will be rain-filled<br>Your road blocked, blocked, my son<br>Your beloved, my son, is sleeping<br>In a guarded palace<br>He who approaches her garden wall<br>Who enters her room<br>And who proposes to her<br>Or tries to unite her plaits<br>Will cause her to be lost, my son…lost</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*<br>You will seek her everywhere, my son<br>You will ask the waves of the sea about her<br>You will ask the shores of the seas<br>You will travel the oceans<br>And your tears will flow like a river<br>And at the close of your life<br>You will find that since your beloved<br>Has no land, no home, no address<br>You have been pursuing only a trace of smoke<br>How difficult it is, my son<br>To love a woman<br>Who has neither land, nor home</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nizar+Qabbani">Nizar Qabbani</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471011" data-title="The Fortune Teller de Nizar Qabbani" data-description="She sat with fear in her eyes Contemplating the upturned cup She said 'Do not be sad, my son You are destined to fall in love' My son, Who sacrifices himself for his beloved, Is a martyr * For long have I studied fortune-telling But never have I ..."></div> </div> </div>

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