The Return of the Flock
Mother...
Mother...
Prepare the cold water,
And pour the soup,
The sun has faded behind the sea horizon,
And the gentle breeze has given me a slight shiver,
And the bleating of the sheep flows into my ears
Like the light streaming from the window of our shaded hut.
Mother...
Let us run together to the western bend
Where we will embrace my brother returning with the flock.
**
The Last Day
Wherever I turn, I see the fog thickening
And rising, like an illusion, towards glory,
And the valley full of swirling mist
Will soon be empty,
And the hill covered with apple orchards
Will disappear from sight like the sun!
For every visible thing, there is a veil behind which it hides,
And for every towering mountain, there is a valley
large enough to embrace it on the Last Day.
**
The Blue Sea
Yesterday,
You were here, my beloved,
What has taken you away from me,
You who are the light for my wandering eyes?
Tell me...
Is there another horizon beyond the horizon?
And the blue sea,
Has it been invaded by ships of flowers?
And have the ducks of this season
floated upon its surface?
My blindness has made me very curious,
So, forgive me.
**
Sunset
Who wishes to see the red twilight
Stained with wandering clouds,
Let him wait for the sunset?
There, above the sea,
The light is hanged,
And the legend of the day ends,
For the epic of the mysterious night to begin,
Embracing terror and beauty,
Written in dew drops
On the leaves of poplar and olive trees,
Appearing like a star prostrating before the moon.
**
My Thirsty Soil
Strange girl...
And my garden knows you,
And my thirsty soil.
Talk to me about yourself,
Tell me trivial things
Like the idle people who conspire
With laziness and lethargy.
Say that you are my trousers
My socks...
Say that you are me...
And that's enough.
**
Grandson of the Sun
The traveling cart driver,
Going from village to village,
Suffered a sunstroke,
But he refused to stop his work,
Which imbued with brilliance
And heat,
Fearing of being said of him:
The grandson of the sun was afraid of his grandmother!
**
The Gardenia Flower
The garden weeps...
The garden weeps...
For the gardenia flower has withered,
And the water has dried up in its veins.
Why?...
Why, my Lord?...
And beauty is You,
And the cloud laden with rain,
Awaits a sign from You?!
Evaporate, say,
And pour down,
So that life may return to the flower.
**
Goddesses of Beauty
This oak tree of mine,
It has reached the oldest age!
Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, sheltered beneath it,
And adorned herself with the ashes of its branches.
These joyful little leaves are for you, my beloved,
Burn it,
Crush it,
And apply their ashes as kohl to your eyes,
So, that I may love you even more...
**
Wheat Fields
How beautiful the wheat fields are!
The sweat of a farmer, and the harvest of a season,
That is what the wheat fields are.
The focus of the birds' gaze,
And the bustling of swarms of ants,
That is what the wheat fields are.
The screaming of children playing mischievously with the wheat,
and the whispers of lovers lost in reverie,
That is what the wheat fields are.
Fodder for goats and livestock,
And the harvest of a tanned farmer
Who gave in order to receive,
That is what the wheat fields are.
**
The Flying Flock
Good evening, Grandma...
Why do I see you and the corn in a struggle?
The flying flock!
What's wrong with it?!
Just like that?!
Did it raid the grain while you were sleeping?!
Poor you, Grandma...
If only you had fed the birds,
They wouldn't have harmed you...
The birds are like the poor people among us,
The hungrier they are,
The more dangerous they become.
**
The Tallest Mountain
...And I climbed the tallest mountain with bare feet,
Without fear or trembling,
The thorns, stretching out curiously,
Stung me with their sharp tongues,
But I paid them no mind...
I was looking towards the summit,
And the summit was clinging to the lost firmament.
Whoever belittles himself will suffer.
**
A Rainy Day
Today...
The sky poured down more than it should,
That's why you see me huddled near the fire,
Delighting my ears with its musical murmur,
Like the rustling of the wind
Coming from behind the distant peaks,
And the whispering of the trees scatters in the air,
With its moaning,
It wounds and bleeds the body of the rain.
**
Everlasting Joy
Heal my sickness...
Deliver me from the threads of boredom
That lie in wait for me.
For my slumber torments me in my exile,
It shatters my being,
It distorts the face of my dreams,
And cuts off my breath with the sobs of my longings.
Shade me with your everlasting joy,
O my homeland.
**
The Talisman of Life
Why do we not feel warmth
Unless the sun shines,
Or we light a fire?!
Is there ice in our bodies?!
Why do we not feel quenched
Unless we drink water in great gulps?!
Is there a desert in our stomachs?!
And why do we not love one another
Unless eyes gaze into eyes,
And hearts tremble in breasts?!
Is there a mirror within us?!
**
My Northern Sanctuary
Carry me, O light, to the lands of my country,
For you are faster than sound,
And lighter than air.
I yearn for that blessed land,
Which I planted with green olive trees.
Tell me, for God's sake,
Have you seen my northern grove?!
And have you given the doves some of its branches?!
You are selfish, O light,
because you keep the peace all to yourself.
**
Divorced Woman
I saw her,
before dawn,
running towards the train station, breathless and frightened.
I stopped her,
And asked her;
- What is your name?
She replied:
- Since I left my country,
My name has abandoned me.
In every factory I entered,
They gave me a new name,
And with the passing days...
I was left with only one name,
A name I am as ashamed of as I am of myself:
Divorced Woman!"
**
Zahlawi Man
My neighbour...
An old man from Zahlé,
You can, if you wish,
Read in his eyes the epic of a people!
His family here: they shake the earth,
As they say,
And they possess both dreams and wakefulness!
His family there: a cellar,
And twenty goats,
And a carob tree with abundant shade...
Yet you see him singing every day:
"Where are those hills from my sight?!"
**
The Joyful Dove
Wash your feet with perfume,
O joyful dove of the forest,
For the thyme has blossomed,
And hidden its fragrance in a magical flask
Guarded on the trunk of an almond tree.
Bring me a handful of your beauty
That I may conquer nature with it,
And trample the meadows.
Bring me a strand of your hair,
That I may sew with it a dress
At whose hem the roses will commit suicide!
**
The Swing
Who rides the swing?
My swing is a necklace of irises inlaid with lapis lazuli.
I inherited it from an old parrot,
With poor eyesight,
And unable to speak.
My swing...
Connects the earth to the sky,
The sun to the moon,
And everyone, everyone to Lebanon.
**
Lub Anan
O eagle of the good land,
help me...
I am the queen of the hoary snow,
I have been widowed since the beginning of creation.
Save me from the alienation of weariness and despair.
Fly me to the land of eternity,
To where "Diditta" resided...
To "Lub Anan" (Lebanon)...
for there, eternity rests.
**
Oof... Oof
Stop, coachman...
We have arrived.
Welcome, O spring village... welcome.
The longing that torments me is capable of killing me!
How are the swallows,
The tiles,
And the hills?
My beloved did not come with me,
But I carried her picture.
I feel like a stranger...
Where are the people?!
Loneliness is a torment, woe is me!
Why don't I try singing?
"Oof... oof, how annoying I am!"
Why don't I try playing an instrument?
The violin... here it is...
"Tum... tum... tum..."
The universe began to sway.
The violin is me...
Although I would prefer to be an organ!
**
My Autumn
Spring cast off its cloak and departed,
After burying its remains in the depths of itself.
All the meadows sighed,
And prepared for the torrential flood
Coming from the oceans of black clouds.
Shelter me...
My Autumn is toying with me,
stirring my nerves,
Dragging me towards the unknown.
Extend your hands and save me.
**
Do Not Despair
If the clouds pass by one day,
And the sky does not rain,
Do not despair...
The rain visits us when it is beneficial.
I marvelled at a farmer who planted barren land
In the summer season,
And waited for the crops to grow,
When the waiting became too long,
He knelt down and began to pray
And supplicate to the Lord,
While the seeds were still lying dormant under the soil,
Enjoying the warmth,
Were it not for the urgency of Autumn
And its refreshing drizzle!
Then the farmer muttered joyfully:
"My prayer has been answered!"
**
The Page of My Life
I struggle with my longing and withdraw in pain...
A sudden transformation nails me to my estrangement,
pulling me towards it...
Perhaps I can heal, with drops of its freedom,
The onslaught of evil,
And the swaying of passions in my homeland.
Step, my pen, onto the page of my life.
It is your duty to me,
to depict my return as a revolution that builds.
**
The Blossom of Femininity
...And when you adorned yourself
With the blossom of femininity,
My garden clung to the hem of your dress
And became fragrant!
O you who draw your face on my pages,
Who swim in the sea of my longing,
Who rise like a dream from my long sleeplessness.
At your doors, my waiting is sweet.
**
A Slip-up
You fragment before me like fragments of dreams
On the threshold of my wakefulness.
Your trust is my secret...
An unforgivable slip-up!
I was led astray by my enchantment
With the magic of your eyes,
with the radiance of your lips,
with the surge of overwhelming joy
In your appearance.
Your trust is my secret...
A secret I will never reveal!
**
The Sun of My Land
The sun of my homeland has set
After the night disfigured its face,
And cut off the braids of its long golden hair!
Tomorrow...
The sun will rise again,
And cast its radiance upon weary eyes,
And warm the graves burdened with our fruits.
Wait for us, O light...
For the years that have kept us away from you,
Will not prevent us from catching up with you
And merging with your rays.
**
Self-Confidence
They glare at me maliciously...
They doubt me and my actions...
They spread rumours about me,
And stir up the waves while my boat is sailing!
Its mast is straight...
Its sails are strong.
And its timbers are cut from the tree of self-confidence,
Which the winds of gossip cannot uproot,
And whose branches the storms of vice cannot break.
My boat...
Will arrive, God willing,
Because I have a date with history.
**
My Enviers
My enviers have multiplied, O rose...
And I am alone like you,
The bees sting me after sucking my nectar!
How disgusting life is
When you embrace the butterflies
With your lush petals,
And the scent of their mouth’s sneaks
Through their panting breaths
To steal your joy!
I have given them everything I own,
And yet you see them still coveting
My very existence!
**
A Spring Cloud
O child, inoculated against sorrow,
Emerging from the laughter of the valleys
And the whispers of the streams,
Lend me a lock of your silken hair
To swing the butterflies,
And tease the wheat stalks.
Give it to me...
So, I may send it soaring on the wind,
A spring cloud,
Its dazzling white colour
Rivalling the patches of snow resting peacefully
On the rocks of our (Qurnat as Sawda).
Your tenderness...
Encourages me to ask for more,
So won't you show me some compassion?!
**
Pine Forests
Whenever the heat intensifies,
I flee to the pine forests
Nestled atop the green hill.
There I have a hammock
And a bed of straw.
I forget my sin-filled self,
And I wander with my subconscious,
And I drown in silence,
Whenever I enter this sanctuary of beauty,
And breathe in the scent of pine.
**
The Strange Jackal
The strangely shaped jackal
Abandoned the vineyard after the harvest.
It reminds me of a man who divorced his wife,
The mother of his children,
Because of her dry skin!
Oh, if only this man knew
That the sparkling water of life
In the eyes of his children
Is enough to make her a nymph
And a crown upon his head!
**
The Illuminated Path
I heard her say to her only son,
Who was traveling to foreign lands:
Go, my son, with God's blessing,
And take for yourself an illuminated path
So that doubts may not assail you,
And uncertainty may not trouble you.
Be patient and content,
And never ask
Where this path will lead you,
As long as you are able to walk upon it.
**
The Purity of the Rose
Penetrate the heart of the rose, my fingers...
And do not fear the painful scratch of the thorns
And their bloody mark,
And choose for my beloved a bud
That no eye has gazed upon,
And no bee has tasted.
For the purity of the rose
Sometimes rivals its fragrance!
**
Baptism of Love
We clung together, my beloved and I,
Seeking baptism in the dew,
Until the second watch of the night overtook us,
And the bat ceased its flight above our heads,
And our companionship.
She wept...
So, I urged her to weep profusely,
For I was captivated by the dawn breaking in her eyes!
**
Dust
Strange is your dust, raining from my eyes,
Watering the moments of drowsiness
So they overflow with the coming clamour.
Take sleep and grant me the blessing of waiting.
Pluck my dreams,
And leave me the burning passion of longing
In my blood.
My destiny is confined in my estrangement,
Assassinating my contemplation
And the joy of the children residing in my depths!
**
Boy of the Cedars
Grant me safety, O boy of the cedars,
So that I may find shelter beneath your shade.
I am feverish...
Will you heal me and have mercy on me?
Would you give me a sip of the incense water
flowing in the heart of your mountain?
Have mercy, breathe...
Breathe a little so that I may be revived...
O beginning and end of the universe.
**
The Desolate Darkness
Stop...
Stop, O my day.
For the darkness is desolate,
And the lamps of the night have abandoned the sky
After the oil ran dry,
And the world has ceased to pray.
Pray so that we may enjoy the light...
For our children long for the whispers of the stars,
And the murmurs of the planets,
During their dreamy nights.
Why have we ceased our supplications and hymns?
Is it to increase our wars?
Or to revel in silence
And be afflicted with idiocy?!
**
Don't Leave
They say that exile is barren,
Like a desert that rejects spring...
But my exile has blossomed,
And its fragrant perfume
Has scented my foul, cold corners,
I have begun to feel the warmth of spring,
And the descent of its greenery
Upon the distant meadows.
Your coming to me...
Was a spring in itself,
So do not leave.
**
My Shroud
It is my fate... to remain in my exile,
Sewing with my eyes a pale shroud,
Choosing between one soil and another!
My shroud... longs for my soil,
And my homeland is far away and imprisoned,
fertilized by my people
With their lethargy and submission,
So, the thieves confiscated it.
**
Memory
No matter how far you go...
And how much the distances swallow the traces
Of your footsteps,
You will remain a picture in my eyes,
A melody and a smile on my lips,
Which the lips of young girls will learn from.
My heart has grown within you,
So, carry it as a memory to those lands...
It is all I possess in my exile!
**
Slopes
All the slopes before me,
Were ravaged by the vengeful torrents,
After they stripped away their earthy skin,
And laid bare their rocky bones before the sun's eye.
The slopes had no time to weep,
Or to sigh,
Because the continuity of life was strongly urging them
To create a new skin,
Which spring could spread over them
After a few weeks.
**
My Things
My things have stirred, O all my things,
O my refuge from the cold of old age...
Pain has drunk my blood,
And my ribs have stretched to see your awaited face.
My age is coupling with my desire,
And you have not yet come...
You have not yet fertilized the fruit of your womb
With my maturity.
O my child, slender as a palm tree,
Pure as the eye of an eagle,
Give me your lips...
So, I may entrust my fires to them.
**
Our Celibacy
When your coal-black hair cascaded upon my chest,
The fields turned green,
And the birds rejoiced,
And sang their joy to us.
While the farmers harvest their yellow wheat stalks,
To fashion from its pure gold bracelets
And two wedding rings,
In which we imprison our celibacy.
**
Talkative Woman
The words you utter are priceless,
Neither poets nor philosophers
Have ever spoken their like...
They flow into my ears like magic,
Making me tremble,
Making me rejoice...
And joy knocks at my door.
I love you,
Contrary to all conventions and tastes,
... Talkative woman!
**
Autumn Leaf
Lessen your wailing, O wind,
For you have wounded my ears,
And filled them with the dust of your desolation,
And I am weak before you,
You toy with me
Like an autumn leaf,
Whose veins have been invaded by dryness,
And which the tree has forsaken!
**
The Great Curse
Comfort the grieving mother,
Soothe her wounds,
Tell her stories of the heroes,
Whose names are embraced by eternity.
Tell her that her martyred son is not alone...
The glory has befriended him,
And martyrdom has given birth to him.
Tell her anything that will comfort her,
And bring back the smile to her beautiful crimson lips,
The greatest curse
Is always born from the sorrow of mothers.
**
Writer
Let things take their course...
For the things you have created
Are perfumed with the dewdrop of splendour.
Neither jealousy can obliterate them,
Nor the chatter of the submissive.
O dweller of space and time, rise up...
O master of happiness and creativity, burst forth...
Your pen is feared by kings,
And before it,
The letters prostrate themselves in adoration.
Be the One and Only,
Let your greatness be from the greatness of God.
**
Human
Whenever a small leaf falls from a tree
After growth and verdure... I weep.
Because I see human in it,
With all his tenderness and weakness,
With all his Vigor and tyranny.
I see him submissive like a cat,
And domineering like a tyrant.
He is proud of himself,
He is arrogant,
He deifies himself,
And in a fleeting moment he withers.
The leaf of the tree and man both arouse my pity!
**
Blood of Eternity
...And I drank cups from the blood of eternity,
After which I became intoxicated,
And I began to laugh.
I trampled on bliss with my feet,
And disfigured its face with drunkenness.
I fell asleep on a stone,
It is said to be a meteorite...
I smelled its scent: amber!
I tasted it,
But I found no taste in it!
And when I woke up,
I found my head on the arm of my beloved.
I don't care who I am,
As long as I don't know how to live!
I flash... then disappear.
I thunder...
And fall silent like sorrow.
A cloud of loss envelops me!!
**
Dark Clouds
Dark clouds gather in our skies,
And drink from our waters,
Without our knowing.
Sorrow,
Like sin, comes and goes as it pleases.
Blessed are our little children,
Smiles nest and hatch their young on their lips.
Blessed are they...
Because they are the symbol of true happiness.
**
The Tremor of Love
I didn't know that love had a tremor like this!
Thank you...
Your favour upon me and some lingering traces.
One moonlit night,
Clear as the clarity of your face,
Was enough to send me back into oblivion.
How sweet is oblivion with you,
And its pleasure far surpasses
The pleasure of aged wine
As I savour it.
I didn't know...
So, thank you for all of this,
And especially for that rosy April evening...
I will never forget it.
**
Questions
What shall I do today?!
Shall I cultivate the little garden?
Shall I prune some of the unruly branches?
Shall I hunt birds,
Which is a disgrace and a crime?
Or shall I climb the steep hill
Above the waterfall?
How miserable one feels
When one does nothing,
And yet is capable of doing everything!
**
Son of Nature
The village shepherd is a prophet,
And I am one of his followers.
He plays psalms on his flute,
And verses float upon his breath.
Come, you pure of heart,
Let us drink from the springs of his salvation.
He is a son of nature,
And whoever is like him revives souls.
**
Wicked Ones
Come to me, all you wicked ones,
That I may relieve you of your wickedness,
Of the stain of depravity,
Which overwhelms your hearts,
Drunk with the wine of envy and malice.
Come to me...
That I may show you an ant gathering provisions,
A bee producing honey,
After the flower has nourished it
With the nectar of its petals.
Come to me...
For my embrace is wide, and my patience is long.
**
Your Eyes
All things pull me backward,
Except for your eyes,
Which overflow with countless energies.
From their sun, I draw my light,
And before their mirror, I refine myself,
On their shore, I wash away my curiosity
My selfishness,
And upon their waves,
I sway like a small child
Who gives no thought to tomorrow.
Look at me...
Whenever you feel my weakness.
**
The Sun's Pastures
Come, let us run towards the sun's pastures,
Where the shadows vanish,
Leaving behind threads of mist.
Come, let us embrace the black peak,
And engrave our names on the trunks of its rocks,
Laden with vigour and glory.
O beginning...
There... only there,
Will I bleed out my end.
**
A Passer-by
The almond tree
That my grandfather planted near our house
Still feeds us generously,
As if its planter were still alive and well!
And so too is the cherry tree
That my father planted at the garden entrance!
What do you want me to plant for you, my son?!
For it is your right to eat,
It is my right to feel at ease
And find peace before I depart.
**
Waiting
And I waited for the light to come
On the wings of a mirage,
I was infatuated!
I thought that the light of your eyes
Flew as swiftly as love!
Oh... how wretched I am...
For the current spring is about to end.
Hurry...
Hurry...
Waiting is destroying my being,
O light burdened with weariness.
**
The Swamp
My feet sank into the mud,
Take my hand, my son,
Help me cross my path safely.
But beware of walking
On the patches covered with grass,
Lying there like an old turtle,
For beneath its calm surface
Lies a deadly swamp.
**
Smile
Nothing quenches my thirst like a smile.
Smile...
And take the star and the moon,
And a shawl woven from the morning clouds,
Be like a rose intoxicated with dew...
With the breeze,
So, I may embrace you with my eyelashes
And then depart...
**
The Downpour of Light
Do you believe that I saw a downpour of light
Through drops of tears?!
This was...
The day the night immersed itself in the fields,
And distanced itself
From the low balconies of the houses.
Blessed are those like me,
They are the only ones
Capable of buying happiness
...And selling it!
**
The Malicious Faces
When the sun bowed to darkness,
I thought existence had vanished,
And the bird of love was bitten by the cold
In the northern regions.
Oof!
How much harm does darkness inflict,
Despite its stillness,
And its obscuring of the features
Of the malicious faces I encounter,
Whenever a ray of light spills into the valley.
**
Mejdlaya
My love flourishes in you,
O land of fathers and grandfathers,
O Mejdlaya...
O my village, glorified forever
By the awakened dreams of your sons,
Written with the sweat of their brows
As a comfort to them,
Drawn in the deserts of their exile
As oases that refresh and provide shade.
I eagerly hid my eyes
To unveil them at the moment
Of manifestation before you!
**
You are Baini
There, in the Shouf region,
My ancestors
Built a monument of glory.
They dispersed their children
Throughout the entire world,
Desiring them to be the most distinguished in family,
The most exalted in religion,
And the greatest in humanity.
So, they united all communities
In one family,
To the point that when one of us meets his brother,
He exclaims:
You are in my eye!
**
The story of the Moon
Come, let me tell you the story of the moon,
This constant companion,
And eternal beloved.
The moon, O my moon:
It is the heart of "Samus," the lover,
Whom the gods cursed,
So, his parts were scattered
In the vast expanse of space,
And transformed into stars,
Rain,
And clear skies.
But his heart,
Remained in its place,
Shining with the love of "Briska" until now!
Do you see the power of love,
O my moon?!
**
The Village Poet
Everyone knows me...
Everyone knows me...
The people,
The flowers,
The air,
And the old swallow
That I've raised for over five years,
And my house, nestled near the stream,
Separate from the river.
If a visitor comes,
They would think it abandoned,
Because of the abundance of brambles
And wild roses surrounding it.
And there is no other poet in the village but me.
**
My Longed-For Awakening
Solitude overwhelms me in my hermitage,
And my days, with their cloudy moods,
Pass burdened with worries and sorrows.
Save me, O mighty God,
Steady the earth beneath my feet,
And let me traverse the distances of dreams,
To reach my longed-for awakening.
**
My Mother
O sacred prayer,
Which I always recite,
In wakefulness and in dreams,
O messenger from God,
To disciple the nations,
And prepare righteous generations.
How many times, in your warm embrace,
Have I built castles of imagination?!
How many times have I climbed your hands
To reach your forehead,
And imprint a kiss upon it,
So that I might return at least some of those kisses,
That you showered upon me?
I have grown up,
And my love for you has grown with me,
For you yourself are love, prayer, and holiness.
Did not one of the philosophers say:
The world is a mother?
**
The Teacher
O Master of masters,
And teacher of generations,
And bestower of crowns
Upon the heads
Of the highest-ranking kings of the earth.
Our feelings towards you are greater
Then the sun and the moon,
Our love for you is indescribable.
Cadmus, Lord of the Word,
When he inscribed the first letter
By the glimmer of an oil lamp,
Knew perfectly well that this small letter
Would transform into a radiant sun,
Illuminating the entire universe.
Therefore, immense responsibilities fall upon you,
namely,
The upbringing of the rising generation,
Guiding them correctly,
And educating them
With a culture befitting the greatness
And advancement of all nations.
You and the light are twins;
Both of you illuminate the paths of life before us.
**
My Prayer
The clock struck one after midnight,
And I was still kneeling in prayer,
My tears slowly streaming down my cheeks,
Glistening in the light of the candles
That were melting
To illuminate the darkness of others.
I knelt in prayer,
And the winds were raging,
storming outside,
And the heavy rain was beating
Against the glass of my green window,
As if it wanted to come in
To share my prayer.
The candle was melting,
And I was praying,
The threads of dawn
Were creeping through the leaves of the trees,
The sound of birds began to rise from their nests
And the red tiled roofs.
The candle had melted,
But the morning had dawned.
**
Opportunities of Time
The opportunities of time
Always come with the break of dawn,
And here is oppression interfering in my affairs,
Wanting me to share with it fear,
illness,
And instability!
I am happy, O oppression,
And I have crossed all paths with a smile...
So do not let the echo of your voice frighten me...
My beloved,
She has drawn my stability as a conviction,
And I have entrusted it to my eyes.
**
Angel
Before you uttered a word,
You were the angel,
And your love was my sky.
Take the key to my heart,
And enter my tent,
Tent by tent,
So, I may welcome you as a heroine,
The books trembling at your footsteps.
Here I extend my hand,
Let your poems await me,
And all the poets' collections.
My loss without you is painful.
Take my hand,
And draw me a smile.
**
One Clay
...And are we all of one clay,
While everyone sings of their nights?!
Ah, ah..
stop, noble judge, stop!
For people do not like canned judgments,
Like their slender limbs,
Stolen from the coffers of yellow poverty
To beautify the bodies of the rich
And reshape them.
Open your eyes, O judge,
Alert your fingers...
And allow all the contestants to kick,
And no harm will befall you...
For the spectators cling to their right
To entertainment...
Otherwise, the tournament will be cancelled...
Entertain them...
So that your words do not turn into fire...
And your clay into dust...
Give them good tidings,
That their minds are one,
And their clay is of different kinds!
**
