حكاية الظبي

امارس اوهاااااااامي واقفيبك واناديك

واذكرك فيني والقاااااااااااااااني بدمك

والملمممممممم  من كل جنه امانيك

وازرعك في اعماق روحي واشمك

واجيبك من اقصاي وارسي بموانيك

وابحر بك يم الشمس واغرق بيمك 

وارسم جناح صغير وارقى لمعاليك

واشكي عطش قلبي تمطرني واضمك

في حكاية الظبي القى طواريييييييك

وفي حكاية الترحال تنثرني والمك

I practice my delusions and travel with you and call you

And I remind you of me and find me in your blood

And I gather from every paradise your wishes

And I plant you in the depths of my soul and smell you

And I bring you from my farthest reaches and anchor in your ports

And I sail with you to the sea of ​​the sun and scatter I gather you

And draw a small wing and ascend to your highness

And I complain of my heart's thirst, you rain on me and I embrace you

In the tale of the gazelle I find talk of you

And in the tale of wandering you scatter me and I gather you

Sands' Oblivion سهو الرمال

مثل الثلوج في سهو الرمال

مثل ضوء يتوه على اطراف عتمة

من سيحمل جسده المسجى

جرح صدري يليق به 

 يبحث عن نزف جديد عندما نتلاشى , 

هكذا 

نحن منسجمين منصهرين هادئين كليلة قمريه

نذهل بعضنا ونندهش لوهلة

ولوهلة 

نجدنا بلا وجهة 

ذاهبون على متن الامس نحو الماضي

ولوهلة

 نعود عند احتدام طقوس النزف

وعلى منصة التناهيد تلوح بيدها آه عميقة

يجيء على هولها أدب البكاء

فيعبر معنا المحار وملح العالم

Sands' Oblivion

Like snow in sands' oblivion

Like a light lost on the edges of darkness

Who will carry his body lying

A chest wound that suits him

Searching for a new bleed when we fade,

Thus

We are harmonious, fused, calm like a moonlit night

We amaze each other and are astonished for a moment

And for a moment

We find ourselves without a destination

Going on the board of yesterday towards the past

And for a moment

We return when the bleeding rituals intensify

And on the platform of sighs, she waves her hand with a deep sigh

The literature of crying comes to its horror

And the oysters and the salt of the world pass with us

حان my departure has come

بما انه طال انتظاري حان رحيلي

فأنا اتذكركم جيدا 

لكن عيني  لها رغبة بالبكاء 

انا على الطريق ويداي لم تلوحان 

ابحث  عن عذرلهم  ثم ادري انه غير مقنع

 اعينكم الغائبة تتراءا لي 

بين اهداب عيني

لكنني تأخرت بالرحيل 

 اسير وفي مخيلتي شخوص

 تنتظرني

يكاد يكون المجهول ثلة اطياف سماوية

يقفون واجمين

 بلباس غيمة نحيفة 

واردان بائسة

من خلفهم ارى عقد ياسمين

 منزوع من جيد نجمة 

وعطر يضوح من نبع شانيل

 كانت تغتسل به حبيبتي

يردد السراب اغانيه بلحن شجي خافت

يذكرني باسمها 

الممزوج بروحي

اووووه ايها الطريق 

ضمني اليك وخذ بيدي 

شكوت اليك الانتظار ,هل تخفف وطأة الرحيل 

هذا الزخم من التوق يثقل كاهلي 

كنت انا واياي ضد هذا الرحيل وذاك الانتظار

ممزق بينهما  

هكذا انفرط عقد امل اخضر 

هكذا يراودني التعب على اغماضة ابديه

لم يكن الاياس ثوب موشى بالثقوب

لم يكن لدي عمر آخر يعدني بالحياة

غير انني اشعل فتيل للعتمة المطلقه

لعلها تجيء 

لعلها تسألني عن اسراري الخاصة 

عن شعلة رؤوم تضم اليها المنسيين في هجرة ايلول

لازال للحنين لغته الخاصة

يتحدث عنهم بشجن ويروي حكاية الغيم

كنا موجودين غير معلنين التوق

لكنه اخذنا بتياراته الفوضوية 

جرفنا بحبره السري 

انه لا يعود بنا ابدا

لو انه شعر بنا 

لسار معنا وقاسمنا جراحنا 

او يحمل رسائلنا العائدة 

عندما يقرأها سينسى نفسه 

سينسى عينيه ويهدر ماءها 

كزاهدا 

كعائدا من جنون الى عناق المجهول 

سيقول كلمات مبهمه سيتنهد

سنبكي معه 

ندون ترحاله الموجع 

ننصهر فيه

Since I have waited so long, my departure has come

I remember you well

But my eyes have a desire to cry

I am on the road and my hands have not waved

I search for an excuse for them, then I know that it is not convincing

Your absent eyes appear to me

Between the eyelashes of my eyes

But I am late in leaving

I walk and in my imagination there are figures

Waiting for me

The unknown is almost a group of heavenly spectres

They stand sullen

In the clothing of a thin cloud

And miserable garments

Behind them I see a jasmine necklace

Took from the neck of a star

And a perfume emanating from the spring of Chanel

My beloved used to bathe in it

The mirage repeats its songs with a faint, sad tune

It reminds me of her name

Mixed with my soul

Ooooh, road

Hold me close and take my hand

I complained to you about waiting, will you ease up The burden of departure

This momentum of longing weighs heavily on me

I and I were against this departure and that waiting

Torn between them

This is how a green necklace of hope was shattered

This is how fatigue overwhelms me with eternal sleep

Despair was not a garment embroidered with holes

I did not have another life that promised me life

But I light a fuse for absolute darkness

Perhaps it will come

Perhaps it will ask me about my private secrets

About a compassionate flame that includes the forgotten in the September migration

Nostalgia still has its own language

It speaks of them with longing and tells the story of the clouds

We were present without announcing the longing

But it took us with its chaotic currents

Swept us away with its secret ink

It never brings us back

If it felt us

It would walk with us and share our wounds

Or carry our returning messages

When it reads them He will forget himself

He will forget his eyes and waste their water

Like an ascetic

Like one returning from madness to embrace the unknown

He will say vague words He will sigh

We will cry with him

We will record his painful journey

We will melt into him

I will meet myself

 Give me the price of my alienation Give me the price of my eagerness

Give me the price of this sigh of pain

If you don't give, let me look at the horizon

I want to reach the farthest place with oblivion

I don't want to be awake

I want to polish my misery to be a sharp dagger

Perhaps open a paved road from my wound

The journey will be easy and smooth

The departure will be worthy of this gloom

I will reach the evening and the endles calm

I will get the sunrise in all its glory

I fear that another day will come from the signs of our awakening

I began to fear meeting my beloved because she will be sad

I began to imagine that my hands have hawk feathers

I began to imagine that I am a mirage and water

Yes, I feared that my beloved would see me

So I denied this desire for fear of her sadness or her denial of my appearance

And I saw that escaping Worse

And I saw that reality is worse

My cup of alienation was filled before my dream settled

Thus life passed as the clouds passed

I began to fear coincidence

All the trees remind me of my country

All the beautiful women remind me of my beloved

And thus our dreams were scattered

I regretted that life was not satisfied with her coffee

My lungs were not satisfied with her perfume

The sound of the waves is hurtful

Between the high and low tides my body and heart were consumed

And I knew that my beloved would not come and that silence would devour me and tear me apart

Alienation was an obstacle and union was forbidden

But I knew how to hear myself and I knew when to cry

But speaking in a loud voice is suspicious

I have come now to play hymns to the wind

I have come now to be a musical choir with the wheat ears

We will triumph over the sickles and let them depart in peace

We will leave the price due to us and calm down

We will weave Perfumed by spring and wearing a rain shroud

I will meet myself when I find my beloved

انت You

غيمة خريفية وحيدة تذكرك في بلادك البعيده

اغنية تاهت في زحمة الاغاني

 تراها من بعيد فتنادي لها

 لتعيدك من توهانك الحزين

يحيط بك احباطك ورهط وثلة من الغياب 

انت كثير جدا ووحيد

A lonely autumn cloud reminds you of your distant country

A song lost in the crowd of songs

You see it from afar and call out to it

To bring you back from your sad wandering

Your frustration and a crowd and a group of absence surround you

You are very much and alone