Sharek Dahab - Mahmoud Abu Hash-hash 

Your hair is gold sown with the loom of the sun and the wind
My heart is whinnying like a horse's cry
Your hair is gold and it needs a golden clasp
But the gold is buried in the country
And if there is a country, the gold will be easy
I have flowers and words of love like wine that's been kept in clay pots for you
I have [bad word] and honey from the roses and from the bees of poetry for you
I will unfasten your hair and let it flow
Like wheat in the sun's mortar
smile from your lovely face is a star in the prisoner's sky