Wait For Her (The Song And The Poem)



       “Wait For Her,” a ballad from Roger Waters’ new album, Is This The Life We Really Want, was inspired from the following poem by Palestinian poet and writer Mahmoud Darwish.  Mr. Waters set melody to it, tweaked some words and the result, a hauntingly smart love song.

Lesson From The Kama Sutra (Wait For Her)
By Mahmoud Darwish
(Translation by Dr. Fayeq Oweis)


With a glass inlaid with gemstones,
wait for her 
on a pool around the evening
and among the perfumed roses, wait for her…
with the patience of a horse
destined for the slopes of the mountains, wait for her…

with a distinctive aesthetic taste of a prince, wait for her…

with seven pillows stuffed with light clouds, wait for her…

with the fire of women incense filling the place, wait for her…

with the scent of a male sandals on horseback, wait for her…

and do not rush it, if she arrives late then wait for her…

and if she arrives early, wait for her…

do not flinch the bird from her braids and wait for her…

let her sit comfortable as a garden
at the height of its flowers, and wait for her…

let her breathe this air that is foreign to her heart,
and wait for her…

to lift her dress from her leg cloud by cloud
and wait for her…

take her to the balcony
to see a moon soaked in milk, wait for her…

serve her water, before the wine
and do not glance at the twin partridge sleeping on her chest,
and wait for her…

gently touch her hand as she puts the glass on the marble,
as if you are carrying the dew on her behalf , and wait for her…

talk to her as a flute talking to a fearful violin string
as if both of you are witnessing what tomorrow is planning for you,
and wait for her…

ring by ring, shine the night for her, and wait for her…
until the night says to you: no one exists anymore but the two of you
take her gently, to the death you desire, and wait for her…



     
       Yes, always wait for her. Wait for her  to come home from work so you can serve her a reinvigorating dinner, wait for her to get all sleepy so you can tuck her in bed, wait for her to wake up in the morning so you can serve her a sumptuous breakfast, wait for her  tears to fall so you can wipe it with your lips, wait for her to finish her bath so you can kiss her whole body dry, always wait for her with the intention of treating her like a princess, a treasure that is fragile and rare. Wait as long as she wants and intimates, and stop once she tells you or even with just a hint of annoyance from her whenever you’re around. Move away because not a single woman deserves to be pestered by a love that has ceased to be requited, or that isn’t there from the start.

Comments

Linda said…
Beautiful poem and wordings. I feel that her can be a mother, a wife, a girlfriend, a sister and a daughter. It can be all forms of women because a woman completes a man.
Ron Mendoza said…
It's a love poem so it's either about a wife or a girlfriend. Yup, a woman completes a man so woe to men without a woman.

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