ما شفت لي

حقول وجرح Field and wound

 انا عيني جداول ملح ......... وهدير الموج من ذاتي 

انا غيمه وحقول وجرح........ وهذا النزف آياتي

انا البيدا وسرابي صرح ........ والعزله من مسافاتي

ليت الفقد منحني شرح ....... او انسى  كل بداياتي 

 

My eyes are streams of salt... and the roar of the waves is from me.

I am a cloud, fields, and a wound... and this bleeding is my verses.

I am the desert, and my mirage is a palace... and isolation is from my distances.

I wish loss would give me an explanation... or I would forget all my beginnings.

deep sorrow Letter seclusion(1) خلوة حرف

يحط في بيداءك رحاله والموارد قحل

يبوح اليك منه كل ضلع

يختلي بأطيافك

يعود بحزن فادح

خلوة him alone

حظي بخلوة , فأجهش بالبكاء , ظنوا بأنه يكتب قصيدة

He had a private time, so he burst into tears.

 They thought he was writing a poem.

عاد الصدى The echo has returned

من اجل اثمدك

 يتجدد بإطراد 

فالحنين قشيب 

ينساب في دمه احتراق

 ويطفو

 على صدر اللهيب

كم من المسافات سافر صوته

عاد الصدى كسيرا 

يردفه نحيب

For the sake of your eyeliner

It is renewed steadily

For the longing is new

A burning flows in his blood

And he floats

On the breast of the flame

How many distances has his voice traveled?

The echo returned broken

Beared by a sob