Unspoken

إذا مر يوم ولم أتذكر
به أن أقول صباحك بسكر

فلا تذهلى من سكوتى وصمتى
ولا تحسبى أن شيئا تغير

فحين أنا لا أقول أحب
فمعناه أنى أحبك أكثر

Iza marra yaumun walam atazakkar
Bihi an aqul sobahuka/ki bisukkar
Fala tazhal/i min sukuti wasomti
Wala tahsab/i anna shai’an taghayyar
Fahina ana la aqul uhibbu
Famaknahu anni uhibbuka/ki aksar

*The orange part signifies the muannas (feminine) of it

(When a day passed by while I didn’t remember
By it, to wish you a morning of sugar (sweetness)
Thus, don’t be confounded by my hush and silence
And don’t think that anything have changed
For at time when I don’t utter love
It pertains that, truly, I love you so much more)

My teacher was singing this poem before starting the class and I, as how usually was I didn’t really being attentive to his singing, continue browsing up pages that we were supposed to be covering that day not until he reached the last stanzas; where I actually could clutch its meaning right away, lifted up my face and looked up to him – and if there’s one thing that I am authentically amazed with the Egyptians it would be their ability to look you right in the eye and comprehend what your eyes are saying. Smugly, he repeated the poem and even wrote it on the board even before I was thinking of asking it.

I did however ask him of what the poem is all about and from where it was originated. As his elucidation was overly protracted – unlike his usual syllabus exposition – I was lost somewhere in the middle of it. I did however get the idea that it was engendered by a Malay friend of him (surprise, surprise) and it was meant as a love message to his mother – if I did get the explanation right; which I honestly doubtful of as much as how I doubted that the profoundly poem was created by a non-Arab.

I did sms-ed the poem to my mother although I knew she wouldn’t actually get the whole meaning of it even that she has my father to translate it for her. As much to my expectation, she didn’t quite consume the whole meaning of it but all that she did understand was that I truly deeply love her – and that’s exactly the message that I was trying to pass through ;)

I don’t want to explain much about the meaning of the poem or share what I feel and understand from it because I prefer that you, my dear readers, get to explore the whole idea of it by your own experience or imagination yourselves, because I believe that your side of stories would be no less interesting than mine.

Kerana kejelitaan adalah hak milik setiap insan…Ngeh3