The more I live

The more I live, the more my grief is stronger, He doesn't respond to the voice of storms My soul is getting closer and closer Like the eternal Azure. I don't regret my youth She was as beautiful as the May sun. I'm not afraid of you, come to me Oh old age, the best spring! Kissed by you, I'll be still young Under a light sinless gray hair gel. As soon as you tame me in your cool And the pain, and the delirium and the warmth of spring. Moulay Cherif Chebihi Hassani