ما اريده I don't want it

ياصاحبي لا تسأل

تظن اني سألت الدرب تضميده

انا سريت من اقصاي 

اسرجت بليل تنهيده

ومشيت النزف لين اصهل صباح ما انبلج عيده

وبي لفته

الى قلبي 

امل تاهت مواعديه

وهي تدري ما اخفيه 

جرح نثول وتعيده

شرابي مر وعمري مر

وادفع خطوتي قدام 

يمكن القاهم بقربي

يمكن القاني بظلي 

على دربي

واقول ارحل مع الغيمه

هذا  البكاي ما ريده 

My friend, don't ask

You think I asked the path to give me its bandage

I traveled from the furthest reaches of myself

I saddled a sigh at night

And walked the bleeding until the morning of its holiday dawned

And with me a glance

To my heart

A hope whose promises were lost

And she knows what I hide

A wound that we see and return

My drink is bitter and my life is bitter

And I push my steps forward

Maybe I'll find them near me

Maybe I'll find myself in my shadow

On my path

And I say leave with the cloud

This crying is what I want

She went like rain رحتي مطر

 رحتي مطر وانا في زحمة الصيف

اواسي القيظ واعزي ظروفي

واسرج سراب البيد واصيٍّد الطيف

واطعم جياع الروح معلاق خوفي

كتبتها دمي وعند اسمها اقيف

حتى يشع النور بعتمة حروفي

متى يحين الوقت ردو مناكيف

بشاير الغيم عقب العجوفي 

She went like rain while I was in the summer rush

I console the heat and console my circumstances

And I saddle the mirage of the desert and catch the ghost

And I feed the hungry souls My heart is my fear

I wrote her with my blood and at her name I stand

Until the light shines in the darkness of my letters

When is the time to respond from you

The good tidings of the clouds after the drought

اغراب Strangers

مااقدر اجاوب سؤال عيوني للابواب 

ناجيتهم  مير انهم ما استجابو

وعتاب قلبي ليه الاحباب غياب

من هو يعيد اللي بغربة الوقت ذابو

 صار الهجر عاده من غير اسباب

يا كنهم عن درب المواصيل تابو

كنا جسد واحد واليوم اغراب

واهل الوفى من وارف التوق شابو

I can't answer my eyes' question to the doors

I called them, but they didn't respond

And my heart reproaches why the beloved are absent

Who will bring back those who have melted away in the estrangement of time

Separation has become a habit without reason

As if they have repented from the path of communication

We were one body, and today we are strangers

And the loyal ones, from the heights of longing, have grown old

ذات النون Dhat al-Nun

لو كان للرياح ملاذ  لامضت الطيور حياتها في الوكنات وتوقف الموج عن الصراخ و العبث بالشطئان , لو كان لذات النون قلب آخر سينتصر احدهما لي , هي لا زالت خواطرها تشبهها , يا الهي هذا الكم الهائل من العزلة يجعلها غيمة وها نحن نحب  المطر ليبلل الجراح

If the winds had a refuge, the birds would spend their lives in nests and the waves would stop screaming and playing with the shores. If Dhat al-Nun had another heart, one of them would win for me. Her thoughts still resemble her. Oh my God, this enormous amount of isolation makes her a cloud, and here we are loving the rain to wet the wounds.

شظ Shattered

 بقية الليل , حتى لو مزق الارق  ذاته من الداخل , هو يحول بينك وبين الصرخة و التشظي 

The rest of the night, even as insomnia tore itself apart from the inside, he stood between you and the scream and the fragmentation.