THE
STRING OF MY GUITAR IS MADE OF A STRING AND THE FIG OF MY HEART
The depths of my
soul rain heavily
And my sad moon sets
On the side
of the sidewalk,
I looked at him furtively
behind my broken glass,
Maybe this window
You won't be repaired again
And maybe his time
comes one day,
After a while or another,
Some female stars appeared
Wondering,
After hours
Of the tender night,
Between the handles
of my half-open door
without opening it,
Women prostrate
on their knees
Without murmuring,
Exhale and inhale deeply
end the punishment,
After a winter flood,
And the fog
and the darkness,
I was waiting for it
So that they
lift their eyes to me,
As they walked down
the hall
To reassure myself
and come back,
To the banks
My tender journey,
let myself
be overwhelmed by
the perfume
burned wood,
And the songs
of this Oud
From my gardener's tree,
Cursed be the flame that
roasted his merciless face,
I will come back,
And my upper body,
We hug each other
As if our orphan
had reached the limit
of our veins,
Above my head And
I sigh to myself long,
slender hands
You take me
in my arms trembling,
And my hair
rings Obscuring
the outline of my
head and neck,
And I roll from
me to me within me,
I fall, then get up again,
Without any external
screaming noise
And in me and
I listen
to myself in myself,
Pressing the heart
and soul I call
from far away
to near me,
Can anyone hear me?
Me, and me
and our third
do we criticize ourselves
for everything,
I say And I refuse
and I accept,
And our struggle
will not end
And we will come back
my sun asked me: where to go ?
Where do you come from me,
and where do I come from you???
And for how long ?
Is there anyone who can answer???
When the light calls you,
Break the restrictions
and answer the call,
A smiling joy that wakes up
the starlets Dance and sing
the victory tune.
Besides all the screaming,
I hold my head high,
and looked at me with ecstasy
I am filled with special love
and respect For my being upright,
great and important I walked
and walked hrande is proud of hope Accompanied by my rainy days
my Moonlight and sunny and I sing,
In all languages
I bring my greetings
On my shoulder and
calling you from afar,
Oh Humans of this time
The Arabs have reached maturity
A means of their safety
And they possessed
and continue to possess,
They occupied and enslaved,
Glory comes from some
and shame also comes from others,
Oh Humans of this time,
I advised you,
And it is to you that
I make this appeal,
History writes its lines,
I recruited pens and journals,
Slogans and flags were raised,
We call you, Is there anyone
who listens and responds?
ON THE EDGE OF LEAD, MY INK IS DECEASED
A, L ,H, B,
Ha, waw, and the soul was shaken
M, H, K, Might,
The alphabet was scattered and lost
From me synonyms and meanings,
May your hand die, O pen
What’s wrong with your lead that’s dull?
I cut it for you
Gardener trees,
And the leaves went astray
Weeping eyes
And the sawwood comes from you
And tooth after tooth
They’re giggling,
I quit writing for your sake
Your sticks are recited
Cursed poem
And I took red ink
I wish you could
Stand for a few hours
Let’s catch our breath and resume
Journey on our moonlit path
And we roam the alleys
And the roads
On the banks of the ruins of temples
Which was demolished
The impact of our recent earthquake
We bow, holding hands
And we say hello with a shrug,
The way is lost
To you, O hope,
And our poems walk with feet
As if they were human beings in the shape of fingertips,
Then she goes out and becomes well-dressed.
The signs of children’s sadness emerged.
As if she was born with grey hair
And the pulpit and dignity of the Imam,
I suffered the trouble of crime and occupation
It is as if they were created as offerings
for the dark age,
The Nakba years
And the curse of decadence
Modern content
For the meaning of life,
Among the servants of darkness
And martyrs of light
Where the abuse spread
And revenge
And most humans
Of these generations
Come to the afternoon
Blood and division
They have witnessed evil arts
And the cruelty of fighting
Of extended red colour
In their arteries
Even the bristles
Their spinal cord
To the pale light
For the flower of time
It’s all in life
One that never ended
Where are the seconds?
You’re crawling like a blind child
Some of it collided
With the wall of time
And half of it rolls over
In the fort
Until he fell into it
Fiery swamp
He barely took a sip
Exhale and inhale
Before receiving him
His vertical coffin
There were ululations and applause
And the colour of its darkness changed
From black to pink,
That delicate, angelic display
It became a meal
I eat little meat
I have not finished yet
Death festival
Piles of corpses
The bodies were scattered
As if it was about to collapse
Whale Markets
Waiting in line to do laundry
Matrix in position
A feast of carnage
And the buds of paradise
Holding candles
The children will get married
With a smile to the cemetery
Thus the chant turns
On the dance of tears
Cold white corpses
She lived and breathed dead
To become important
Mixed with dark soil
Seeds sprout from it
Revolution and disobedience
Habré was afflicted with pain and illness
When I saw a platoon
She belongs to the outcasts
In the era before that
Moon split
And the revolution of the dwarves
And smoke wedding
I hope love is in my hand
The sky made it rain
On top of the mountains
And positions and staff
And on eagles’ feathers
And in the human heart
Do you think my call was long?
Human hearing or a hoarse, distant voice about touching fate where are you???
O you who walk the path
Light and faith
Is there anyone who can answer?
To invite the groan of death
I will water the walls
The antidote to forgetfulness
We have passed the nightmare era
Passing won’t win
Prepare your equipment
To pray for joy and safety
We will dance and sing
Until early dawn
We are getting closer
In a corner to thank God
This is how it will end
The hour of doom and injustice
We read verses that make us cry
Comfort and reassurance
We walked into an alley
Long life like
We crossed it with bloody feet
And souls in the diaspora
Our dreams are dangling from us
Like frayed branches
Days pass
And watch the daggers
Time has rebelled against us
We were exposed to the force of autumn
Even fate intervened
And prevent the arrangement
Class details
We lost the rating
We are similar sometimes
With the sun and the moon
And sometimes a bright star
Pure chaste
until then ??? This is exaggerated
In generating penalties???
and search for
Is it possible in the unknown??
And for how long?
Spokesman of silence???
Misfortunes multiply in large numbers
It generates stillness
We just inhale and exhale
And seen from afar
And in our son and in the son of thought
Distances that reveal what is hidden
The Arabs were armed with ignorance
And minds of iron
Cowardice and hypocrisy affected her
She sold the lineage and roots
Our thoughts caught fire
And bodies and even veins
We celebrated our collective failure
We remained on the path of light
A, L, H, B, MAYBE!!!!!
Maybe if it was the arrangement
Our alphabet is much better!!!!
They are random letters
It generates dispersion of the soul.
MEMORY FOR SALE
And who buys?
Disappointed notebooks
And volumes I ate
Spiders and mites
Worms teeming with vitality
I've never seen anything like it
The ink drank wine
And the texts collapsed
Numbers of days and years
And letters and their lines
Parasites have increased activity
In my dry climate
Invaded my gardener
And I ate my flowers
And I drank its nectar
I made holes
In solid wood
In large and small sizes
The size of a pinhead
She sucked out my lymphatic fluid
And swelling of her throat
I swallowed my alphabet
It was a larva and became a larvae
Lycus beetle
The highest degree of sadness
When you love its reasons
And she enjoys hanging
And the execution of the tangible
And raise the kasra
And the dhamma is established
And silence drags on
We brag and go too far
In the intoxication of the tangible
And we embrace a torn soul
With tenderness and salty eyes
We appeal to the missing essence
And we heal souls
We have exhausted all feelings of sadness
We no longer have anything to spend
For someone
We write on your walls
Oh life
Our texts were crowded
Heartbreak and pain
We believe that nature
Fate is fickle
And we believed in joy
And what is known as grief
We were nominated for it
In a position of oppression
Dramatic dialogues
And the emotions of illness
And we revealed the location of the disease
And we raised the blisters
We recently realized that...
We heal through tragedies
We compare possibilities
And we strengthen the heart and console
Life forced us to live it
She walks us through her coincidences
And the randomness of its events
No control or wisdom
For the total will
Although our context differs
All our sorrows are similar
We have the same meaning
For all adversities
We are trying to open a new window
On a possible life
Until we give birth to another era
Or perhaps we can return to our origins
In a vision
Abraham sacrificed his son
And we stop the generation of slums
dictatorial life,
We feed it all
With an umbilical cord
Except a map
Tract reflexology
And how to use life
Until the crescent moon
He turned red
In law
Their black forests
Blame then blame
Then wishing
And the groans became deafening
Even screaming
He has no voice
At night we build
Dream bearer
And we become on
Defender brass
We wail and wail
On the martyrs
The dream was pink
For an Arab union
But it's a nightmare
The purity is long
No one will be convinced
With the meat of benefits
Everyone hates it
Our DNA
Streets and alleys
Dyed with blood
A curse has fallen upon me
This land
That I grew up on
Foundations of faith
Unlike
Human being
From our softness to our maturity
And we cheer on
Our stolen kiss
We are pregnant
Arab identities
We travel across
History pages
Yesterday we got an exclamation mark
Our future is in question
Our maps are fake
Below us above us
Above us, below us
And our east became west
And their west became our religion
We are the prisoners
With the execution stopped
We became cards
And serial numbers
Consumed product
We buy and sell us
In a cheap market
Ignorance blurs our features
Our throats cleared
And our pens have not dried up
And our ink is in short supply
And we write intravenously
They are still wombs
Mothers in labour
The earth is watered by gardens
With tears and ululations
He died as a martyr and I was born
Millions of children
Descendants calling from
Her cradle carrying the shrouds
Play bomb ball
In a club that includes residents
On the rubble square
He became the dust of the North
It embraces the sands of the south
From the flood earthquake
And aggression missiles
City signs have disappeared
And villagers
And olive trees
No pillars of light
Not even an animal
It's like the clock
But it hasn't come yet
And you won't even come
He achieves peace
And Islam prevails
His promise and what is left behind a promise
He has hidden affairs
The eyes of hearts see it
We will come back and it will grow
Our wheat is there again
When do we travel?
straight road ???
And we roam our wide sea.
When will we have tomorrow???
In human suit.
No comments:
Post a Comment