نكران الذات Self-denial

ثمة تجاهل بيننا 

لو تصادفنا ما عرفتك 

لم اسأل عنك جهرا

وكلما اشتقت لك

اجدك في ذاكرة الورق

 

There is a disregard between us.

If we had met, I wouldn't have recognized you.

I wouldn't have asked about you openly.

And whenever I miss you,

I find you in the memory of paper.

شاهد

لم تكن التنهيده فكره ولم تجيء سهوا

لم تكن كلمة ولم تكن سورا بين ذراعيه مدينه

كانت شاهدا على  قداسة الجرح وانتزاع جناحين

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

هنيهة فرح وامتداد شغف A moment of joy and an extension of passion

كيف لا افهمكي حين تغيبين 

كيف لا افهمكي حين تجيئين

ما الغياب الا حين بؤس وحيف مسافات وما الحضور الا حين عناق لتراكم حنين 

مدهش كل ما تذهبين اليه 

الاوجاع مدهشة كما لم تشعر بها من قبل

الانصهار مدهش كما لم تشعربه من قبل

فقط الخوف من يرهقنا حين وداع

How can I not understand you when you are absent

How can I not understand you when you come

Absence is nothing but a time of misery and injustice of distances and presence is nothing but a time of embrace for the accumulation of longing

Amazing everything you go to

The pains are amazing as you have never felt them before

The fusion is amazing as you have never felt them before

Only fear exhausts us when saying goodbye

الى الامرأه القصيده To the woman, the poem

الى اين وجهتك ايتها القصيده , تتجزئين وتتركين روحي كشظايا تعانق الارجاء , كم صرخة لأعود الي 

Where are you heading, oh poem? You are fragmented and leaving my soul like fragments embracing the corners. How many cries

So that I may return to myself

-