ما
خفت ظماء ولي من نهرك مغترف
اقعي
على جانب النهر واستظل القصب واستمع همسات
النسيم لينضج في اوراقنا السكر
قلعة
فتحت ابوابها للقادمين من الآسر
ما
اجمل صوت سلاسلكَ ياحصن السماء
الآن
ارفع غطاء رأسي لدفىء الشمس
استندت الى جذعك ايها السنديان
يمتد
نظري اليك كلما حان غروب
لتصل
عيني الى النجوم مصافحه
اقبل
هامة الكوكب الدري
وكالإيتام
اعود بحفنتين من نور
ارتل
ما تلاه واطرق به ِابواب الليل
استذكر
الراحلين فا اتشظى
وعلى
صدري مازلت اسمع قرع نعالهم
اخطاء
بصر ونكبت بصيره
فما
كانت ضنون ودس نوايها الحدس
كأنني
والصيد وطائر المسهى
توارى بدر بعد ان حجب بدور
اقمنا
عليه ثلاثة بعد صلاه
وزعاف
خنجره مازال طعمه في لعابي
اترانا
ندعي السلوان وفي القلب عنفوان
اتبدى
وارسم على زندي لوحه من سراب
My thirst has not subsided, and I have a drink from your river.
I sit by the riverside, taking shelter under the reeds, and listen to the whispers of the breeze, so that the sugar may ripen in our leaves.
A castle that has opened its doors to those coming from captivity.
How beautiful is the sound of your chains, O fortress of heaven.
Now I lift my head covering to the warmth of the sun.
I lean against your trunk, O oak tree.
My gaze extends to you every time sunset comes.
So that my eyes may reach the stars and shake hands with them.
I kiss the summit of the shining planet.
And like an orphan, I return with two handfuls of light.
I recite what I have recited and knock with it on the doors of night.
I remember the departed, so I am shattered.
And on my chest, I still hear the sound of their sandals.
Mistakes of sight and misfortune of insight.
Their intentions were not conjectures and their hidden intentions were intuition.
As if I, the prey, and the bird of the night.
A full moon has disappeared after it had been obscured by a full moon.
We stood over it for three days after the prayer.
And the taste of his dagger is still in my saliva.
Do we claim solace, while in the heart Vigor
Appear and draw on my arm a mirage painting
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