ذلك الإحساس الذي أُجهض
لم نندم على هبةٍ منحناها بكفٍّ مفتوحة
لكننا نعرف أننا فقدنا شيئًا
كان يشبه الضوء في غرفةٍ مظلمة
لو لم يكن مهمًّا
لما بحنا به للعابرين
ذات مرةٍ جعلنا سعداء
نبتسم كأننا نُولد من جديد
واليوم نشعر أننا لم نُعطِ إلا القليل
نشتاق إلى إعادته لهم الف الف مرة
ونودّ لو يعود كصدفةً لا تُنسى
كتبنا رسائل صريحة عارية كالجرح
وأعلنا حبّنا بصوتٍ مرتجف
فقال الغرباء: هذا غموض لرسائل مشفرة
وهذا العهد قديم
لا يمكنهم الاحتفاظ به
لا يقوى أحد على حمله
وهذا الإصرار غريب
استمعوا إلينا وقالوا:
انهم كالموج ..... لكننا لا نفهم لغته
لا تُترجم
الغرباء لا ادري كيف يشعرون بنزفنا
شيء ما يرتطم في صدورنا
يدوي....... يتردد كالصدى
ثم يتدفق وينسل كالوخز المريب
ما فاتنا أريجه لا ولا اندفاع الفرح العتيق
لكننا عاجزون عن إرجاعه
حاولنا من قبل
وتكشفنا عن سجيّة بيضاء
فملنا إلى الظل وتبدينا
تبدّدنا
لم يفعلوا من أجلنا شيئًا
ونادينا قلوبنا ألف ألف مرة
فلم يجب منهم أحد
كل ما يرحل منّا لا يعود
حتى الصدى يضيع في فضاءه الرحب
لم يرجع
وهم ما زالوا هنا
حيث كنا معهم
في المكان الذي تركوه
نضفر خيباتنا كلمة كلمة
جدائل من نزف ..... خصلةً خصلة
ونؤرخ لهم في ضبائر خيباتنا
من ذاكرة الورق 18/3/1998
We do nothing but chronicle our disappointments
That sensation which was aborted We never regretted a gift we gave with an open hand
Yet we know we have lost something
That resembled light in a dark room If it had not been important
We would not have confided it to the passers-by Once it made us happy
We smiled as if we were being born again
And today we feel we gave only little
We long to return it to them a thousand thousand times
And we wish it would come back as an unforgettable coincidence We wrote frank letters, naked as a wound
And we declared our love in a trembling voice
So the strangers said: this is ambiguity, encrypted messages
And this covenant is old
They cannot keep it
No one has the strength to carry it
And this persistence is strange They listened to us and said:
They are like the waves… but we do not understand its language
It cannot be translated
The strangers… I do not know how they feel our bleeding Something strikes in our chests
It resounds……… echoes like an echo
Then it flows and slips away like a suspicious sting What we missed was not its fragrance, nor the rush of that old joy
Yet we are powerless to bring it back
We tried before
And we revealed a pure white nature
So we leaned toward the shadow and faded
We dispersed They did nothing for us
And we called out to our hearts a thousand thousand times
But none of them answered Everything that leaves us never returns
Even the echo is lost in its vast space
It did not come back
And they are still here
Where we once were with them
In the place they left We braid our disappointments word by word
Braids of bleeding……… strand by strand
And we chronicle them in the plaits of our disappointments
That sensation which was aborted We never regretted a gift we gave with an open hand
Yet we know we have lost something
That resembled light in a dark room If it had not been important
We would not have confided it to the passers-by Once it made us happy
We smiled as if we were being born again
And today we feel we gave only little
We long to return it to them a thousand thousand times
And we wish it would come back as an unforgettable coincidence We wrote frank letters, naked as a wound
And we declared our love in a trembling voice
So the strangers said: this is ambiguity, encrypted messages
And this covenant is old
They cannot keep it
No one has the strength to carry it
And this persistence is strange They listened to us and said:
They are like the waves… but we do not understand its language
It cannot be translated
The strangers… I do not know how they feel our bleeding Something strikes in our chests
It resounds……… echoes like an echo
Then it flows and slips away like a suspicious sting What we missed was not its fragrance, nor the rush of that old joy
Yet we are powerless to bring it back
We tried before
And we revealed a pure white nature
So we leaned toward the shadow and faded
We dispersed They did nothing for us
And we called out to our hearts a thousand thousand times
But none of them answered Everything that leaves us never returns
Even the echo is lost in its vast space
It did not come back
And they are still here
Where we once were with them
In the place they left We braid our disappointments word by word
Braids of bleeding……… strand by strand
And we chronicle them in the plaits of our disappointments
