Finjan

جلست والخوف بعينيها
 تتأمل فنجاني المقلوب
 قالت يا ولدي لا تحزن
 فالحب عليك هو المكتوب
 she sat with fear in both her eyes
 ponderin the turkish coffee cup inverted
 carefully she worded
 destiny & time
 now dont you grieve my son
 for love is written for you in the signs
 martyrdom for he who dies religiously
 but love is blind
 your coffee-cup is terrifyin
 a life of travellin & battlin
 a lot of love... a lot of death
 a load of pain unravels
 as your chasin after every woman on the planet only
 to return like a defeated king - lascivious & lonely
 if love is free ...
 why'd a fortuneteller charge me a fee just to say that?
 im free to love ...
 but nobody's willing to reciprocate - i guess its payback ...
 in your future is a girl whose eyes alone can make you praise the lord
 lips shaped like grapes - beautiful - her laugh is musical
 and still the sky above's a gloomy grey that rains & pours
 road blocked... dead locked... immutable... a sight unusual
 the woman of your dreams sleepin in a palace tower
 guarded by both dogs & soldiers - likes of which will make you cower
 and the princess of your heart
 in a slumber from the start
 suitors lost - climbin fences to uproot her...
 who'd've thought?
 now i've read many palms & horoscopes before but never seen
 a coffee-cup resemblin your coffee-cup... i've never seen
 sorrows like the sorrows emanating from this demitasse
 your destiny's to walk on dagger tips of love so many times...
 the solitude of seashells & the weepin willowy wails...
 leave you stuck in currents of an oceanic love for females...
 the details you will love & lose a million times only
 to return like a dethrone'd king - lascivious & lonely
 if love is free ...
 why'd a fortuneteller charge me a fee just to say that?
 im free to love ...
 but nobody's willing to reciprocate - i guess its payback ...
 i read between the lines like fortune-tellers with a coffee cup
 and i aint talkin bout them frapuccinos with the frothy stuff
 our peoples are of equal standing in the eyes of G_d we trust
 but we're the ones who shoulder blame when errorism's army busts
 im sick of askin why - wanna kick up ash n fly
 when a man is rich whether in gold or knowledge he should try
 treatin the poverty of other brothers with consideration
 knowin that the highest form of flattery is imitation
 its another iteration of the same bitter-taste with the same limitations
 faint recollections of her face interlaced in
 the bars of a jail where there aint visitation
 man i hate bein patient - rather be the doctor
 diagnose a higher dose of mea culpa - not ya
 general hospital scrub in soap or opera
 a local wasta connect-the-dot hopeful
 qaari'at il-finjan
 مقدورك أن تمضي أبدا
 في بحر الحب بغير قلوع
 وتحب ملايين المرات
 وترجع كالملك المخلوع