شاهد

لم تكن التنهيده فكره ولم تجيء سهوا

لم تكن كلمة ولم تكن سورا بين ذراعيه مدينه

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The sigh was not a thought, nor did it come by accident. It was not a word, nor was it a wall between his arms city. It was a witness to the sanctity of the wound and the severing of wings.

تنهيده

ثم تغيب معها الاشياء الجميلة

لم يبقى منها سوى حزن يرش عطره فوق القصيدة

يتحدر الليل ويجدل ظفيرتها ويشبك قلبي احلام بعيده

ثم تغيب 

ويأتي مع الجنون حنين 

تخيلي مالذي ينويه

يغرق يقبض على قلبه 

قال ما قال بلا دراية 

لكنه تهدم وانهار بصدري وعلى كتفي حملته 

في الممرات الضيقه اخذني

روى لي عن عيدك القادم 

بين يديا منديلك وارتعاش اطرافي وتنهيده

Then the beautiful things disappear with her

All that remains of her is sadness sprinkling its perfume over the poem

Night descends and braids her braid and entwines my heart with distant dreams

Then she disappears

And with madness comes longing

Imagine what he intends

Drowning, seizing his heart

He said what he said without knowing

But he collapsed and collapsed in my chest, and I carried him on my shoulder

He took me in the narrow passages

He told me about your coming holiday

In my hands is your handkerchief, the trembling of my limbs, and his sigh