تبدد

  للارتباك فضل علي  , قبل ان يفضحني بكاء , بكاء الصوت (غصته) يروي قصة غيابك , قفي وانقذيني من دهشتي بلقياك , كيف انتجعتي السماء ، جذورك هاهنا قلبي , تعالي عن اغصان النجوم وعاتبيني ان لزمت الحجج  , كان الطريق الى الفراق سوء تقديرلا اكثر ,اشعر اني كنت جبل  أجش ووجه متصدع , تعالي واجعل حزني يتبدد 

كتبت قصيدة I wrote a poem

كتبت قصيدة لحبيبتي وشبهتها بالغزاله 

لازالت شارده

كتبت قصيدة عن الوطن فوثب على عنقه اللصوص ونهشته الكلاب

كتبت قصيدة الى صديقي اللاجيء فكافأني بحفنة بكاء

كتبت قصيدة عن الهذيان فدعى زوجاته  وبنى عشه في رأسي 

كتبت قصيدة عن الفقر فاعطاني الفقر  وسام الفاقة

كتبت قصيدة عن الثعالب فتوضأت الديكة ودعت علي

كتبت قصيدة للعشق فقال صديقي : العاشقون يموتون فرادى يا عياش

I wrote a poem to my beloved, likening her to a gazelle.

She is still lost.

I wrote a poem about my homeland, and thieves pounced on its neck and dogs bit it.

I wrote a poem to my refugee friend, and he rewarded me with a handful of tears.

I wrote a poem about delirium, and he summoned his wives and built a nest in my head.

I wrote a poem about poverty, and poverty gave me the medal of destitution.

I wrote a poem about foxes, and roosters performed ablution, but their supplication was to my detriment.

I wrote a poem about love, and my friend said, "Lovers die alone, Ayash."

ارجل الجنادب

 لم تعيرنا الطيور اجنحتها حتى نحلق في البعيد 

هل ستعيرنا الجنادب ارجلها  حتى نقفز من فوق هذه الايام 

(تذكرت مصيع  , وين ايامك يا مصيع )

ماعاد ازعل ــــــــ I don't get upset anymore ــــ

ماعاد ازعل ..... والزعل حاطره شين

ومن قال لي وش فيك اقوله ولا شي

مادامها حظوظ تقهرك شوفت العين

وش لي بحظ ٍ مردي القلب مقفي

انا بري منه ...... لا بري بارد الطين

ان كـــــان ماهو وافي الظل مرفي

قولوا لبو فياض شوق المزايين

ماعاد اهتنى في هجعة الليل طرفي

sidewalks

 

something of a breakdown

And a series of illusions

When the connection was cut off, I realized how sad I was

I hope this night will not be long

I have firewood and a disc from the cold

Tomorrow

Buy a package online

And write to capacity on my chest

Fed up with you soft fingers

-

Pine forest

And a shadow

And a friend dispersed over the years

What bad luck

Young and still practicing grief and blame

Fight his words, every moment a woman

Now he loves a woman

Ask him where you are

-

I broke down crying

Tuck the air under my pocket

I turn my face to the walls

The doors just blur

And the windows are a sacred altar

Pigeons do not sing

And the horizon swallowed the light

-

counting

for you

and dismounted

outside silence

And I emptied the sound

Because you come back with an echo

to dissipate

as the dimensions of the range

The bishop has no grief, no restrictions, no beautiful adobe structure

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I get close to light or dust

take a shower

Submissive proximity

Closer to home and farther from heaven

Nostalgia is a country growing in my chest

It grows and extends upward to the horizon

became a lot

minimum

In order not to fragment like a galaxy like mirrors

My heart is the moon

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scanned paper

And a free basket of songs

breadth of need

They occupy corners

They set up a soft leaf bazaar

They run behind red lights

They caress your windows

They escape from the exhaust

sidewalks

Hug them and sing to them

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