AL-GHORBA

Translated by: Fathia Asfour
Palestinian poet & tranlator
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Ye! Roll My Breast In Its Blue Fragrance

On the clouds of hungry glad tidings
you s..u..r..g..e..d
On a long gloomy night ...you traced the flow of my wet shadoww
With the noise of my fetters
You let down hankies of blame embroidered with tiredness...
luring my impossible gaiety
And at the completion of my rebellious compliance...
you glowed
With the glimmer of your trifling fragrance
you went on disguising ...
committing the devoutness of a jovial rumor
while Iam in the drunkness of my depths...
intoxicated by impossible ripple
whose wailing's not withered by your madness
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Your fingertips are still dewing with gloomy burning
p..e..e..l..i..n..g
the clouds of my time, the stigmatized with slumber..
and till now taking off rags of yawning..
How it saw good omens in eternity !!and still..
in the haze of punched silence...
riding the hymns of my sleeping existence
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The squadrons of your coquettish weakness
s..n..e..a..k..e..d
dancing with fires of dreams
whose taste never slipped my tongue
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Aged in eternity are the spectra of my wounds
Is it heedlessly that a legendary- featured sleepliness drawled them ?
Were they spoiled by the numbness of your poppy- like inscription?
Or did you hang my blind intuition on the halt of your paradisal billowss?
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The groans of my stars were swept away by the torrents of your wallowing...
when seduced by your worn grasp ..
and ...
on your backed power
they submissively got s..m..a..s..h..e..d
and inlaid me with my breakage
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With the two wings of your madness
you emerged... adrift
fluttering ... widely agitated flapping ..
deeming permissible shelves of split...
How you chained it with my decorated loss!!
so as to seize the temptations of me dying !
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Filaments of amazement snatched the band –
witched scraps of my longing...
They nailed me
between deferred promises and walls collapsing
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The blind steps of your wind betrayed your wings.
Their flames broke out in tracing me...
As if Neron you were !! ..
As if Baghdad you were !!
and in the fora of suspension ...
you were professional in bandaging the burns of my letters
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The tongues of my fiery revelation ...
you plated with a whisper that gushed out appealing:
A nymph phantom Iam
To the tracks of illusion he (the invader) seduced me...
by the Sabani gown.. he captivated me...
he dispersed my face in the memory of veils..
and swallowed my golden tail
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O ye , supreme comrades!
The gate of my heaven is encircled by temples of glory
whose light mottled winged trimming ...
and still billowing with lashes of amazement
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Be enlighted by me!
My sacred Branches! ..
How adorned by the feathers of the sun they were !!
and ecstatically craned their necks up towards the nest of firee!!
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Yawp! Yawp!
Ye! support me by Solomon
and his squadrons of Genie.. to dig the bed of my sea aflaj (gorges)
and present them to me on the night of my feast
Ye! roll my breast with its blue fragrance..
so that the necklaces of my heaven can shake rain spreding with love
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O ye ,supreme comrades!
roll my breast with its blue fragrance
and turn in procession back to me.. my bright tail

مرِّغوا نهدَيَّ بعِطرِهِ الأزرقِ/ آمال عوّاد رضوان

على عَنانِ بُشرى جائعةٍ

تماوَجْتَ..

بليلٍ لائلٍ اقتفيْتَ فيْضَ ظِلِّي المُبلَّلِ

بضوضاءِ أَصفادي

أَرخيْتَ مناديلَ عتبٍ مُطرَّزٍ بتعبٍ

تستدرجُ بِشريَ المُستحيل

وفي تمامِ امْتثالي المُتمرِّدِ تورَّدْتَ!

بومضِ عِطرِكَ العابثِ مَضـيْـتَ تـتـخـفّـى

تـقـتـرِفُ تقوَى إشاعةٍ بشوشةٍ

وأنا في سكرةِ أعماقي

أثملُ بموْجِ مُستحيلٍ

لا يُذبِلُ نُواحَهُ جنونُكَ!

أنامِلُكَ.. ما فتئتْ تتندَّى اشتعالاً دامِسًا

تُقشِّرُ سحابَ وقتِي الموْشومِ بالنّعاسِ!

ولمّا تزلْ تخلعُ أسمالَ تثاؤُبٍ

كم تيمّنَ بالأزلْ!

ولمّا تزلْ.. في سديمِ الصّمتِ المثقوبِ

تمتطي تراتيلَ كَوْني الغافي!

أسرابُ وهنِكَ المغناجِ

انسَلَّتْ

تُراقصُ نيرانَ أحلامٍ

ما غابَ طعمُها عن لساني!

طُيوفُ جراحي طاعنةٌ في سَرمديّتها

أسهْوًا..

تَشدّقها سُهْدٌ أُسطوريُّ الملامِحِ؟

أَشابها خَدرُ نَقْشِكَ الخشْخاش؟

أَعلَّقْتَ حَدْسِيَ الكفيفَ

على مِقبضِ موجِكَ الفردوسيِّ؟

زفراتُ نجومي جرَفَتْها سيولُ تمرُّغِكَ

حينما غرَّها بَسْطُكَ المُهترِئُ

وَ.. على مَقامِكَ المرْكونِ

مُــنْــصَــاعَــةً

تَــكَــسَّــرَتْ

وَ.. رصَّعتني بانكساري!

بجناحَيْ جنونِكَ انبثقْتَ عائِمًا تُرفرِفُ

اضطرَبْتَ هائِجًا تُهفهِفُ

تَستبيحُ رُفُوفَ انشِطارٍ

لَكَمْ صَفّدْتَهُ بضياعي المُنمْنَمِ

كي تمتشِقَ إِغواءاتِ احتضاري!

فتائِلُ دهشةٍ

خطفَتْ قُصاصاتِ تَوْقي مسحورةَ الطّوقِ

سمّرْتني

بينَ وعودٍ مُؤجّلةٍ وجدرانَ تتهاوى!

خُطى ريحِكَ الضّريرَةُ وَشَتْ أجنحتكَ

شبَّ لهيبُها في اقتفاءِ أثري

تنيْرَنْتَ!

تبغْدَدْتَ!

وفي مَحافِلِ التّرقُّبِ

احترفتَ تضميدَ حروقِ حروفي!

ألْسِنةُ بوْحي النّاريِّ

طليتَها بوَشوشةٍ انبجَسَتْ تستجيرُ:

سرابُ حوريّةٍ أنا؛

إِلى مسارِبِ الوَهْمِ أَغواني

بثوْبِ السّباني.. سَباني

بَعثرَ وجهيَ في ذاكرةِ الحُجُبِ

وَابتلعَ ذيليَ الذّهبيّ!

يا رُفقاءَ الأسمى

بوّابةُ سمائي مَحفوفةٌ بهياكِلَ مَجْدٍ

ساحَ ضوؤُها زركشةً تتجَنّحُ

وما انفَكّتْ بأهدابِ الذّهولِ تتموّجُ

اِستنيروا بي!

لَدُنِي المُقدّسُ كَمِ ازدانَ بأرياشِ الشّمسِ

وَمُنتشيًا

تَعَنّقَ نحوَ عُشِّ النّارِ!

بسليمانَ أغيثوني

بأسرابِ جِنِّهِ؛ تَحفُرُ قاعَ بَحري أَفلاجًا

تُهْدينيها في ليلةِ عيدي

مرِّغوا نهْدَيَّ بعِطرِهِ الأزرقِ

لتهُزَّ قلائدُ سمائي غيثًا.. يتضوّعُ حُبّا.

يا رُفقاءَ الأسْمى

مرِّغوا نهْدَيَّ بعِطرِهِ الأَزرقِ

وزُفُّوا إليَّ.. ذيْلِيَ الوضّاء

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The Hon. SHAOQUETT MOSELMANE (19:54:50): Right now in Lebanon a revolution is unfolding. Hundreds of thousands of Lebanese have hit the streets in protest. People of all ages, faiths and political persuasions from right across the country are rallying against endless abuses of power by those at the helm. Ever since independence in 1941, the Lebanese people have been crushed and cursed by a sectarian political system of French colonialist design that is rotten and corrupt to the core—a system designed to maintain divisions between the country's religious groups, keeping the country in perpetual crisis. The former French and British colonialist powers replicated this approach throughout the Arab world, endlessly pitting citizens against one another along sectarian lines. The Lebanese people have finally hit a dead end. They have had enough.

The only way out of their dilemma is to revolt. They simply cannot salvage any aspect of the current system. It needs to be completely uprooted, then cremated and buried in a seven-metre deep hole in the ground. Sectarianism had choked the Lebanese people to death while further empowering sectarian political warlords, their political parties, their MPs and their petty cronies and thugs. Enraged by rampant corruption, the people have erupted in unison against a system that has impoverished them and robbed them even of their dignity—a system that has corrupted government, allowed for aggressive privatisation of all State assets, destroyed the economy and ruined the environment.

Those in charge have milked the country dry and are now sharpening their teeth for a slice of Lebanon's gas and oil revenue. For over 80 years, the political elite, the bourgeoisie and the religious order gutted the Lebanese political system. With high unemployment and a rapidly rising cost of living, together with ballooning deficit and public debt, and the stench of garbage and corruption, the Lebanese people could no longer tolerate the indignity of a life in poverty. With their dignity crushed, there was little else to lose; so they shrugged off long ingrained sectarian and religious prejudices, transcended all forms of social and political affiliations, and rallied in unity first and foremost as citizens of Lebanon.

I am heartened and proud to see the protesters come together irrespective of political affiliation, sect or religion, in Australia, all over the world and from right across Lebanon, all in one voice condemning corruption and demanding equality under the law. I am particularly proud of the people of Tripoli, El Minie and Bhaneen here and in Lebanon. Tripoli is a city known for its openness and for people with a strong sense of unity and solidarity with Arab peoples across the world, but first and foremost with the Palestinian people. I was similarly proud to see villagers in southern Lebanon revolt—as they did in my own birthplace, the village of Kounine in southern Lebanon, where the villagers continue to this day to struggle against oppressive early twentieth‑century feudal lords backed by thugs in authority. In Bint Jbeil, in Saidon, in Tyre, in the mountains of Choufe and in Sahla, Akkar, Baalbeck, Bcharre, Hermel, Albatroun and everywhere else across the country, I honour them.

In an attempt to appease the protesters, Prime Minister Hariri and his partners in authority proposed a package of economic reforms, but it was quickly dismissed for falling short of the protesters' demands. In so doing, protesters have reaffirmed their demand for an interim government that would establish the ground rules for a secular political system, free from an elite long riddled with corruption, cronyism and patronage. It is a big ask to stand in the face of entrenched political parties led by powerful warlords well-versed in tactics of thuggery, while remaining alert to harmful foreign interference and internal agendas, but to date they have met the challenge.

I salute them for having the courage to stand up and unite against sectarianism, corruption and poverty, and the oppressive authority of thugs who for decades have trashed and trampled over people. As an Australian of Lebanese ancestry and as the co-chair of the Parliamentary Friends of Lebanon, I stand proud of the Lebanese people and their peaceful protest. I concur with their rightful demands for a secular system free of corruption and sectarianism. But I call on them to stay peaceful, stay the course, and remain alert and focused.

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By The Hon. SHAOQUETT MOSELMANE (16:33):

I would not describe President Trump as a revolting slug unfit for public office, nor would I describe him as a good President for Australia. Like many in the United States, we were intrigued by Donald Trump's presidential candidacy and with what a Trump presidency would mean for the US and the world. His campaign style and election agenda were a curiosity, and very unorthodox, to say the least. His presidency has been unique, and it continues to shock and awe. The support of Fox media helped Trump to sell his agenda. He may be re-elected, though I see hope for Senator Bernie Sanders.

Given the intensity of division between Democrats and Republicans, and continued impeachment attempts, it is clear that President Trump is unlikely to achieve major domestic success before the election. His main drive—some might say main strength—has been his foreign policy. Let us look at his foreign policy decisions. Donald Trump—Mr Tweet—has continued his stunning changes in direction, confusing his administration and often catching the White House by surprise. No-one knows when or what the next tweet will carry. John Bolton, his third national security adviser, learned of his sacking by a pair of tweets.

Trump has been perplexing in his foreign policy agenda. His position on Syria and Iraq has been baffling. He has escalated tension with Iran, declaring that the United States is "locked and loaded". He continues to beat the drums of war in Venezuela and that region. In Afghanistan he opens negotiations with the Taliban and then retreats. In North Korea, he calls Kim Jong-un a friend, and then calls him "rocket man". On Palestine, Trump helps kill the Oslo peace accord and then buries it by allowing the Israelis a free hand to take over Jerusalem, the Golan Heights, and the annexation of illegal Israeli settlements in the West Bank. Then he allows the strangulation of Gaza and now talks of the so-called deal of the century, part of which involves taking land from Jordan, hence formally scrapping the two-state solution. Trump's support for the five-year Saudi war on Yemen has devastated the country, with hundreds of thousands killed, injured and displaced, and many more hungry and starving.

Trump announces trade war with China and then predictably flags the resumption of talks. Prime Minister Scott Morrison lends support to Donald Trump, but then says it must be resolved quickly to prevent collateral damage to Australia. It goes without saying that we will pay the price if we make ourselves the meat in the sandwich. Let us always keep in focus that, while the United States is our ally, China is not and should not be made our enemy

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REPRODUCTIVE HEALTH CARE REFORM BILL 2019

Second Reading Debate

Debate resumed from 20 August 2019.

The Hon. SHAOQUETT MOSELMANE (11:52): The intention of the Reproductive Health Care Reform Bill 2019 is to decriminalise abortion and bring the State into line with the rest of the country. Let me say at the outset that I respect all parties and all individuals involved in the debate in Parliament and outside. I believe all the participants in the debate are sincere and have good intent, irrespective of where they stand on this issue. Many have made powerful arguments, and I have had to change my speech as I listened to them. I had to delete some sections of it, particularly after I heard the contribution of the Hon. Trevor Khan. But as the Hon. Trevor Khan noted, members' views are based on what their consciences tell them, and I will make my remarks based on my conscience.

As a member I have made a conscientious decision but I am not judging others. That is our job and our responsibility in this House. I can do nothing more than make a decision today that is based on my conscience. In this debate much has been said about the right of women to control their bodies. No-one doubts the right of women to have control over their bodies and their reproductive health. I believe that women should have access to the best available health care, irrespective of what the health issue is. As legislators we must take all steps to provide the best possible medical care to mothers—especially the poor, the needy and the underprivileged. When it comes to abortion, no woman makes her decision lightly. This is why there should always be more than sufficient support in place to ensure that the best health care is provided when a termination of pregnancy is requested or required.

The bill as proposed has a number of significant shortcomings. I do not intend to go through them other than to note three key issues. Firstly, the bill as it currently stands does not prevent sex-selection abortions. No civilised society would or should allow gender selection. That is simply abhorrent, and it must be rejected. Secondly, there is nothing in the bill to protect doctors who, for whatever reason, object to abortion. The bill as it stands would force doctors with a conscientious objection to refer women to other doctors who will perform the procedure. We should not be forcing doctors to terminate life against the Hippocratic oath to do no harm. Doctors' religious or ethical freedoms should at all times be upheld, respected and enforced.

Thirdly, I have concerns about late terminations. I find this unacceptable. By 22 weeks the fetus is really a baby and it can be born and live a full life. I do not accept that abortion on demand for any reason, or for no reason at all, should be allowed. What I also find unconscionable is that babies born alive as a result of a failed abortion would be denied life-sustaining attention and left to die on a side table. In all conscience I cannot vote in support of this. I heard the Hon. Trevor Khan on this but I need to be reassured that protections will be added to the bill to ensure that it will not be allowed to happen. If the intention of this bill is to allow qualified doctors to legally perform an abortion to preserve a woman's life or her mental or physical health, or to perform abortions in cases of possible fetal abnormality, I can understand it, but I do not support the concept of late-term abortion on demand.

Abortion is horrific. One should never accept the scenario where all you need to do is to tap your credit card to abort a child—tap and go. In all conscience, I cannot agree with this concept of privatisation of life and death. Life is not a commodity or a consumer product one can dispose of at will. No-one in our society, secular or religious, lives in isolation. We are all part of communities that bind us together as a society of human beings. We live in a rules-based society. In this place we are elected to make rules to guide our society. We have rules at home, rules in the community and rules in this House. For reproductive health care to work there have to be some rules around it. I support decriminalisation but there have to be rules that are acceptable to society. I fight for the underprivileged, the underdog, the poor, the needy and the down-trodden. I am always fighting for workers and for the working class. Every day I stand up for them in their struggle to gain better lives. How could I not stand up for the voiceless? How could I not fight for someone's right to life? In all conscience, I cannot support this bill. I will therefore vote against it.

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Acknowledgement

Welcome each and every one of you. You are all important and dear to our hearts.

Thank you for joining me at this Community ceremony to honour a number of Chinese Australian media personalities.

I do this in order to publicly recognise their dedication to journalism and to the service to the Chinese Australian Community.

The recipients are :

Mr Daniel Tong, Editor in Chief of the Australian Chinese Daily, He has served over 35years,

Mr Jack Lin, the General Manager of the Daily Chinese Herald, he has served for over 26 years and still going strong;

Ms Lily Zhou, better known as lily, has served in the media industry for the past 20 years’ but as director of the SBS radio Mandarin, for the past 10 years.

Finally Simon Ko, 26 years of service, retired, former CEO of Singtao Daily;

These journalists are well respected by the Chinese Australian community, serving four of the most widely read and listened to media organisations in Australia.

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The success of Chinese media is due in no small part to the hard-work of many journalists in this industry.

Their contributions and achievements should and must be recognized.

Like many of their sister Multicultural media outlets, Chinese media has played a very important role in community service and in connecting the Chinese communities to mainstream society by building bridges between our Australian Multicultural society and between Australia and China.

Chinese media is an important part of Australian multiculturalism, and they deserve greater attention from governments and mainstream society.

In Australia we have various media awards such as the Walkely awards, the Kennedy Awards and others but Ethnic media journalists are rarely if ever recognised.

This is why in 2012 I established the Multicultural Media Awards recognising ethnic journalists and their proprietors for their dedication and their professionalism.

I was delighted when in 2013 the O’Farrell government took up my initiative and called it the Premiers Multicultural Media Awards. I was honoured that the government has made my initiative mainstream.

I hope that more and more of our ethnic journalists are recognised for the tremendous work that they do in keeping us informed of news and views in Australia and overseas.

I hope to continue such recognition into the future, because outstanding media personalities should be commended and encouraged.

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In doing this, we now recognise the history of Chinese media in Australia.

Here I thank UTS, ACRI, for their 2016 report investigating the history of Chinese media in Australia, going back all the way to the gold rush era.

Many of us would not have known the following facts:

• The Chinese Advertiser is considered to be the earliest bilingual Chinese-English newspaper in Australia. It emerged during the Gold Rush of the 1850s and was published by Robert Bell in Ballarat, Victoria, with a weekly circulation of 400 copies.

• The first Chinese-language national newspaper, the Chinese Australian Herald (CAH), appeared in 1894; the second, the Tung Wah News, came along in 1898; while the third, Chinese Republic News, emerged in 1913.

• The end of the 19th century saw the creation of various other Chinese-language trade-oriented and community-based publications, making the Chinese press the largest foreign-language media presence in Australia at the time.

Who would have known this?

Even during the first two decades of the White Australia policy saw the publication of a few republican newspapers—such as the Chinese Times—in support of the Nationalist Kuo Min Tang (KMT) in China.

• On the whole, however, this inhospitable environment led to a dwindling of the Chinese press in Australia.

What happened After White Australia?

• Following the abolition of the White Australia policy in 1974 the Chinese-speaking population in Australia began to grow again, largely due to the arrival of Indo-Chinese refugees and business migrants from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

• This growth led to a plethora of Chinese media outlets that still exist to this day, including, in the print media sector, Singtao Daily, Australian Chinese, the Daily Chinese Herald and The Independence Daily.

• Later arrivals included, in the radio sector, 2AC and 2CR in Sydney, both broadcasting in Mandarin and Cantonese, and in the television sector, TVB Australia and SBS.

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• Interestingly, prior to 1996, there was not a single Chinese newspaper in Australia that was owned or controlled by PRC migrants. But after 1997, and particularly since President Jiang Zemin’s visit to Australia, close collaborations between Chinese migrant media in Australia and domestic media started in earnest.

Online Chinese media in the 2010s

• A number of Chinese-language websites have begun to appear such as SydneyToday.com along with many others.

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China’s state media made significant inroads into Australia’s media landscape including major state media organisations such as Xinhua and People’s Daily

And of course the arrival of Wechat.

I won’t go into these media outlets as we would need a forum on its own. Suffice to say that Chinese Australian Media is alive and well but many will face significant challenges as more and more Chinese Australians and Chinese in the diaspora will opt for online sadly, to the detriment of traditional print and perhaps radio.

Now, it gives me great pleasure to commence our proceedings for the day by calling on one of our leading statesmen Mr Frank Zhou to say a few words before we commence our award presentations.

Dr. Zhou Guangming, OAM, or Frank as many of us know him, needs no introduction. He is respected right across the Chinese community as well as all the people who have nad any dealings with him.

Today, He honours us all with his presence and with a few words.

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Our first Award recipient is Mr Daniel Tong.

Mr Daniel Tong has worked in the Media industry for over 35 years in Australia and Hong Kong.

Mr Tong graduated with a Bachelor of Arts, majoring in journalism from the National Chengchi University in Taiwan in 1982.

After graduating, Mr Tong returned to Hong Kong as a reporter before migrating to Australia in 1989 and joining Sing Tao newspaper in Sydney.

He was recruited by the Australian Chinese Daily in 1996 as the deputy Chief editor before becoming its chief Editor in 2010.

Mr Tong personally understands the community he serves. I go to many Chinese community functions but I reckon he goes to many more.

Daniel is a tireless worker for the community and a real professional.

Under his leadership, the Australian Chinese Daily has provided a wealth of information to a growing number of Chinese migrants, students and all who needed to work with our Chinese Australian Community.

It is an honour for me to be presenting him with this certificate of recognition.

Please join me in welcoming Mr Daniel Tong to receive his certificate and say a few words.

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Our next recipient is Zhou Li (Lili)

Better known as lily.

Lili is the host and executive producer of SBS Chinese program. She was the host of the very first English-Chinese bilingual TV program, SBS Mandarin News.

With more than 20 years of international experience working in the media industry, Lili is able to bring the highest quality of service and the most diverse contents to Australian local audiences

Under the direction of SBS’s leadership team, Lily has led the SBS Chinese team to a series of achievements and thus making tremendous contribution towards Australian multiculturalism.

In 2011, along with her team Lili created “My Home”, the very first Chinese language news hub of SBS that allow the Chinese audience to view TV programs, radio shows and web contents in language.

In the same year, Lili and her team produced the SBS Mandarin News Australia. I am informed its the very first Chinese-English Bilingual news program in the history of Australian public media.

Apart from her professionalism as a journalist, Lili’s Chinese background also helped her to possess cultural awareness of her audience.

I take great pride in presenting her with this certificate of recognition.

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Mr Jack Lin

In 1993 Mr Lin begun as Journalist at the Daily Chinese Herald. Mr Jack Lin, became the General Manager of the Daily Chinese Herald in 2002 and in 2017 he became the General Manager of the 1688 Media Group.

With 26 years in the media industry Mr Jack Lin has been a long standing, mainstream media personality. As representative of the Chinese Australian media community he is one of the oldest, well connected members with roots in the People's Republic of China.

He is a very active community leader. He has promoted Australia China bilateral relationship on both state and federal levels and has worked hard in promoting the growth of Chinese Australian community.

Please join me in welcoming Mr Jack Lin.

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Final recipient is Mr Simon Ko.

After studying in the United States, Simon Ko began his media career at a Hong Kong television station before moving into advertising with the Hong Kong metro transport company.

His service to Sing Tao Daily started in 1980, when he joined the Hong Kong head office as executive director. His job encompassed such non-media sectors as retail developments, film companies and hotels.

On joining the Sydney office of Sing Tao Daily in 1988, he oversaw the newspaper’s transformation into one of the largest Chinese-language newspaper in Australia.

Mr Ko and his newspaper have been big contributors to charity work in Australian communities and overseas, particularly to disaster relief through the Red Cross.

Mr Ko is currently overseas and unfortunately is unable to be with us to receive his certificate but his friend Mr James Tong will receive it on his behalf.

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Conclusion with group photo.

Thank you all

Thanks to John Zhang and Mr Hong.

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Translated by: Fathia Asfour

Palestinian poet & tranlator

Your Taste's Filled

With The Aroma OF Gods

The cups of your memory smashed me on lips of joy that's not forgotten your taste , the filled with the aroma of gods...and me is still a thread hanging in the space of your eyes

My rosy ramblers never drained up of you... or of the bloom of heavens inlaid with your azure swarms

Oh ! how the fields of my misery died for attaining your rain !!

How they yearned to become green amid the chattering of your fingers!!

And how they appealed to you to get them kneaded with the staff of your eternity , dewy birds drawn as perpetual torment with your invulnerable covenant !!

O, the filly of my barefooted soul !

If only you shake the withered darkness of my face !

If only you discharge it a luminance of justice ..in the pores of your scales' sides ! ... so that I may indulge in you... a bread of innocence

O , my desired deluge !

Eliminate me not

The fountains of your flight

gushed out my lavendar light

The whoops of my infidel imagination have become dominantly red

Like a flaming ember became my beats

The folds of my defeats still make me feel at ease

with your voice praying the whole night

The chanting of your presence still dazzles me .. brings me rain from every direction... makes me shed all the nightingales of my ivy

Who saves me from the dominance of your voice when Garnada opens heaven to me ? or when I pour down clouds on every wave my life extends from your lips ?

When will you assend the wave of my dumb maze to become then pure of my sins?

It's me who came to you by birth

With no veils or masks

I was not heedless about a pureness that paved the hearts with your chastity.. and dusted all my nakedness off me

Restrain not the rebellion of my crazy beat

Never transform me into a homeland loaded with beaks

NEVER

My beaks never submitted to the constitutions of their nonesense

On the strings of my life... I strummed your temple the exalted in you, an eternal light that never fades

I set YOU on the throne of my darkness ...so that my submissiveness

will be guided by yours

My diamond throat melted psalms of forgiveness all along my burning ember

My supplication was deeper in scent when its fullness was there in jugs...spelling its readings in the mihrab of your tenderness

My fasting was purer in flaming.. reciting its thirst on the hearing of your water

In return, give me prayers a minor language incapable to say

Here! my taste has completed in the presence of your

fires.. and nearing me is a vouch for

getting me back a worshipper to the quorum of your

statue

Do not root out the wedges of my strength... to get then melted on a curve of delusion

whereby is my eradication

Jilbabize me with your green shadow at time when moons take off their crusts

Please! get near me and lift me out of the dusks of my humped darkness

I wonder if I prayed for the ash of a heart

that vanished in the looks of a glacial cage !!

If only you make it possible for the lips of my night to kiss your pieces of music !!

so that your suns will shine seasons of harvest from my glasses

Since THEE

my threshing floors have not been permissible but to the exaltations of your memory

Since THEE

my ancient spikes have been storing your wheat

Bless the mills of a heart that do not pulse without your mellow hurricanes

Storm in me.

Make me a golden gem with your transparent palms

Colour me with your gleam.. so that it can remove the dusts of absence off my soul

Being distant from you is a stagnation surrounding me with your holy water

I am afraid it may plunder my coloured spring

Seize me out of your dismissal , angels of letters stoking the strong heat of my lamps with the cravings of the planets

Only you whose shovel and letter are identical, and me turned into mud on the banks of your departure

You, who were the snares for snipping me with your captivating charm!

I am the inhabited by the flow of thirst for the details of your highness

When would you become a virgin sign for my eternal return?

Me, who was crowned by seasons of whirling...with

my vowed rites dancing with me on your foggy rythm

Maybe I return my pulsing if you abide between me and myself

Place me in the lap of a time sustainable in hugging you

How it was excellent in slipping through my fingers... and set me aside tweeting my loneliness

Let me disappear behind your chanting where succulent dwelling on the margines of your light was a pleasure to time

طعمكِ مفعمٌ بعطرِ الآلهة/ آمال عواد رضوان

كُؤوسُ ذِكراكِ

حَطَّمَتنِي عَلى شِفاهِ فرَحٍ

لَمْ يَنسَ طَعمَكِ المُفعَمَ بِعِطرِ الآلهَة

وَأَنا ..

ما فَتِئتُ خَيطًا مُعَلّقًا بِفضاءِ عَينَيْكِ

مَا نَضُبَتْ عَلائِقي الوَرْديَّةُ مِنكِ

وَلا

مِنْ نُضرَةِ سماواتٍ مُرَصَّعَةٍ بِانْثِيالاتِكِ اللاَّزُورديَّة!

حقولُ شَقاوَتي..

تَهالكَتْ عَلى وَصْلِ غَيْثِكِ

كَمْ تاقتْ تَخْضَرُّ بينَ ثرثرةِ أَنامِلِك

وَكَمِ اسْتغاثتْ

أَنِ اجْبِلِيها بِعصا خُلودِكِ عصافيرَ نَدِيَّةً

تَرتَسِمُ دَيمومَةَ لَوعَةٍ بِضَوْءِ عُهْدَتِكِ العَصِيَّة!

مُهْرَةَ روحِي الحافِية

أَلاَ هُزِّي عَتمَةَ وَجهِي الذّاوِيَة

سَرِّحِيهَا نَوْرانِيَّةَ عَدالَةٍ ..

فِي مَساماتِ جِهاتِ مَوازينِكِ

عَلَّني أَنغَمِسُ بِكِ خُبزَ بَراءَة

لاَ تُقْصِيني أَيا طوفانِيَ الْمُشْتَهى

نَوافِيرُ فَرارِكِ فَجَّرَتْ ضَوْئِيَ اللَّيلكِيّ

طاغِيَةُ الحُمْرَةِ باتتْ شَهْقاتُ خَيالِي الكافِرِ

كَجَذْوَةٍ مُجَمَرَّةٍ غَدَتْ خَفَقاتِي!

ثنايا انْكِساراتي..

ما فَتِئتْ تُؤْنِسُني بِصَوتِكِ المُتَهَجِّدِ

حُضورُكِ ..

مَا انفكَّ يُبْهِرُني صُداحُهُ

يَجْلِبُ لي مِنْ كُلِّ فَجٍّ المَطَرَ

يَجْعَلُنِي أَذْرِفُ كُلَّ عَنادِلَ لِبْلابي

مَنْ يُنْجِدُني مِنْ سَطْوَةِ صَوتِكِ

حِينَ تفْتَحُ لي غِرْناطَةُ السَّمَاء..

أَو..

حِينَ أَنْهَمِرُ غُيومًا عَلى كُلِّ مَوْجَةٍ

تَنداحُ مِنْ شَفَتيْكِ “حَياتي”؟

أنَّى تَعْتَلِينَ مَوْجَةَ ذُهولِي الخَرْساءَ

فَأَخْلُصُ مِنْ آثامي؟

أَنا مَنْ جِئتُكَ مَوْلودًا بِلا حُجُبٍ وَلا أَقْنِعَة

ما كُنْتُ لاهِيًا عَنْ نقاءٍ عَبَّدَ القلوبَ بِطُهْرِكِ

وَنَفَضَ عَنّي كُلَّ عَرائي!

تَمَرُّدُ خَفْقتي المَهْووسَةِ لا تَلْجُمِيها

لا تُحِيليني وَطنًا مُثقَلاً بِالمَناقيرِ

أَبَدًا..

مَناقِيري ما خَنَعَتْ لِدَساتيرِ هُرائِهِم!

عَلى أَوْتارِ “حَياتي”

عَزَفْتُ هَيْكَلَكِ الْمُنِيفِ بِكِ ضَوْءًا أَزَلِيًّا لا يَنْضُبُ

نَصَّبْتُكِ عَلى عَرْشِ عَتْمَتِي

لِيَسْتَدِلَّ بِخُشوعِكِ خُشوعي

حُنْجَرَتي الماسِيَّةُ ذابَتْ مَزامِيرَ اسْتِغْفَارٍ

عَلى امْتِدادِ جَذْوَتِكِ!

كانَ ابْتِهالِي أَعْمَقَ عَبَقًا حِينَ حَضَرَ رُواؤُهُ جِرارًا

يَتهَجَّى قِراءاتِهِ فِي مَحاريبِ حَنانِكِ!

كانَ صِيامِي أَنْقى أَجيجًا

يَتلو عَلى مَسامِعِ مائِكِ عَطَشَهُ!

بادِليني صَلاةً تَعْجَزُ عَنْ قَوْلِها لُغَةٌ قاصِرَة!

ها طَعْمي قَدِ اكْتمَلَ في حَضْرَةِ نيرانِكِ

وَدُنُوُّكِ كَفيلٌ بِإِعادَتي مُتعبِّدًا إِلى نِصابِ مَعْبَدِكِ

لاَ تَقتَلِعي أَوْتادَ جَأْشي

فَأَذُوبُ عَلى مُنْحَنى وَهْمٍ فيهِ مَحْوي

جَلْبِبيني بِظِلِّكِ الأَخْضَرِ

حينَ تَخلَعُ الأَقْمارُ قِشْرَتَها

أرْجوكِ اقتَرِبِي مِنّي

وَانتَشِليني مِنْ سُدَفِ عَتْمَتي الحَدْبَاء!

أَتُراني اسْتَسْقَيْتُ رَمادَ فُؤَادٍ

تَلَاشى في تَقاسيمِ قَفَصٍ جَلِيدِيٍّ؟

أتيحِي لِشِفاهِ لَيْلي أَنْ تَلْثُمَ مَعْزوفاتِكِ

لِتُشْرِقَ شُموسُكِ مِنْ أقداحي مَواسِمَ حَصاد!

مُنْذُكِ..

وَبَيادِري مَا اسْتَباحَتْها إِلاَّ تَسابيحُ ذِكْراكِ!

مُنْذُكِ..

وَسَنابِلي الْعَتِيقَةُ تَدَّخِرُ قَمْحَكِ

بارِكي طَواحينَ قَلْبٍ لا تَنْبِضُ إِلاَّ بِأَعاصيرِكِ اليانِعَة

اِعْصِفي بي

عَسْجِديني بِراحَتَيْكِ الشَّفَّافَتيْنِ

لَوِّنيني بِسَطْعِكِ

كَيْ يَنْضُوَ عَنْ روحي أَتْرِبَةَ الغِيابِ

نَأْيُكِ آسِنٌ يُحَوِّطُني بِمائِكِ المُقدّس

أَخْشاهُ يَسْلِبُني نَبْعِيَ المُلَوَّن!

تَخَطَّفيني مِنْ بَينِكِ مَلائِكَةَ حُروفٍ

تُذْكِي هَجيرَ قَناديلي بِاشْتِهاءاتِ الكَواكِبِ!

وَحْدَكِ مَنْ رادَفَ جَرْفُها حَرْفَها

وَغَدَوْتُ طَمْيًا عَلى ضِفافِ رَحيلِكِ!

يا مَنْ كُنْتِ كَمائِنَ اقْتِناصِي بِفِتنَتِكِ الآسِرَة

أَنا المَسكونُ بِدَفْقِ الظَّمَأِ لِتَفاصيلِ شُموخِكِ

مَتى تَغْدِينَ شارَةً عَذْراءَ عَلى عَوْدَتي الأَبَدِيَّة؟

أَنا مَنْ تَكَلَّلْتُ بِمَواسِمِ الدُّوارِ

تُراقِصُني طُقوسي المَنْذورَةُ على إِيقاعِكِ الضَّبابِيِّ

عَلَّني أَسْتعيدُ نَبْضِيَ إِنْ مَكَثتِ بَيني وَبَيني!

أَلْقيني بِحِضنِ وَقتٍ يُمْعِنُ في عِناقِكِ

كَم أَجادَ التَّفَلُّتَ مِنْ بَينِ أَصابِعي

وَنَحّاني مُغَرِّدًا وَحْدَتي

أَتوارى خَلفَ صُداحِكِ

حَيثُ طابَ لَهُ المُكوثُ الرَيّانُ

على هامِشِ ضَوْئِكِ

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Welcome to the Dr Khalil Mustapha hall. Now, I know that these are the longest days of the year, which is why I’m so glad that they put the first course down right away.

I know you’re hungry, and I promise to be brief.

I want to thank the members of our councils who are here today, as well as our members of parliament , and all those serving across government who are joining us. And I especially want to recognize all the inspiring young people who are here today, many of whom We shared many celebrations with. To all of you, and to Muslim Australians across the country -- Ramadan Kareem.

Our annual LCC Iftar recognizes the sacredness of Ramadan to more than 1.5 billion Muslims around the world. It’s a time when Muslims recommit themselves to their faith, following days of discipline with nights of gratitude for the gifts that God gave us. It’s a time of spiritual renewal and a reminder of one’s duty to our fellow man -- to serve one another and lift up the less fortunate. The Quran teaches that God’s children should tread gently upon the earth and, when confronted by ignorance, reply “peace.” In honoring these familiar values together -- of peace and charity and forgiveness -- we affirm that, whatever our faith, we’re all one family.

Our Iftar is also a reminder of the freedoms that bind us together as Australians, including the freedom of religion -- that inviolable right to practice our faiths freely.

When our values are threatened, we come together as one community. When Muslim s In NZ were brutally murdered in Mosques earlier this year, Australians and New Zealanders of all faiths rallied around that community. And obviously, tonight, our prayers remain with Them.

As Australians, we insist that nobody should be targeted because of who they are, or what they look like, who they love, how they worship. We stand united against these hateful acts.

These are the freedoms and the ideals, and the values that we uphold. And it’s more important than ever, because around the world and here at home, there are those who seek to divide us by religion or race or sect. Here in Australia, many people personally don’t know someone who is Muslim. They mostly hear about Muslims in the news -- and that can obviously lead to a very distorted view.

So tonight, we keep in our prayers those who are suffering around the world, including those marking Ramadan in areas of conflict and deprivation and hunger.

So these challenges around the world and here at home demand the very qualities you summon every day during Ramadan: sacrifice, discipline, patience. A resilience that says we don’t simply endure, but we overcome. Together, we can overcome ignorance and prejudice. Together, we will overcome conflict and injustice -- not just with words, but with deeds. With what the civil rights icon John Lewis, calls using our feet -- getting out in the real world to organize and to create the change that we seek. That’s what so many of you do every single day. And that’s what we have to continue to do together, here in Australia and around the world. As the Quran teaches, let us answer with “Peace.”

May God bless you all. Have a wonderful Ramadan. And get back to dinner. Thank you very much.

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I was born in Tripoli, Lebanon on 22 July 1945. I come from a non-musical background and I bought my first guitar after I took a lesson at Amin Azar El Zehrieh Tripoli where I met a lot of musicians. I learned to play through the books. I met someone from Colombia who was visiting Australia and by pure luck was a top guitarist. We became very good friends and I learned from him many new styles such as bolero-waltz- quapango -strumming with all fingers to be able to sing along professionally like Besame-Malaguena etc. This was a good start for me as it was not known to many.

I formed a new band cerca 1966 made up of a four piece band. My band members were Hasan Su on drums, Elie Akkawi on sax and Samir Hayat on bass and myself as vocal and guitar. We worked in El Haddad all summer in Hotel Barakat. There are two photos of two different groups in a song called (hier encore) on youtube and there is a photo of me playing my goodwin guitar-Organ. In the first photo in the video you see Raymond Abi Arraj on drums, Samir Hayek on bass, Zuhair on guitar, Morris Nahlous on guitar and myself doing the singing. I sang of my composition twice on TV with abusalim el tabl insa hmumack the other at the same program after a lady sang- if i had a hammer in arabic

Prior to coming to Australia I learnt hair dressing as a back up in case I was not successful with a music career. I was lucky enough to have someone offer me their salon with all the accessories included.

After arriving in Australia on 10 October 1969 I worked as a process worker in Namco for 8 months doing 10 -12 hour days which was extremely difficult due to my very limited English.

I formed a five piece band which was the first arabic band in sydney. We worked in Mirabel in York St, Capriccio on Oxford Street. At our time in Capriccio there was a break in and all our instruments were stolen. It was a rough place to work at as it was a striptease show every night. We also did a special concert in redfern Maronite Church. In one of the concert While singing Ya mon Cher Quesque Nous Allons Faire ? a fight broke out and chairs were thrown every where. Before this episode we worked for Uncle Tony in Beamish St Campsie. I sang in french, english, italian, spanish. At this time our band consisted of our drummer, Joseph Greige, Morris Nahlous on bass , Joseph Nahlous on keyboard Nazih Sorial on guitar and myself on vocals and guitar. At the time we were living in Dulwich Hill. I formed another band we worked at Chez Paul Restaurant in Parramatta where our instruments were burnt. Included A brand new organ that was to Jhon Sieffs My organist player Also We Worked In Roi Rouge restaurant in redfern

I met with two Spanish musicians who were seeking a guitarist and singer to start working in a spanish club in Liverpool St Sydney. They came to my house and one of them asked me to sing a spanish song while strumming a guitar. He was very impressed and asked me to start the job the following week. This was the beginning of a successful life and years of joy, experiences and discovery.

In the year 1974 in Lebanon i spent all summer working in El Hadad-Hasroun Hotel in Syr El Kabir with Roger Bendali, Fawaz ElYafi, Tony Abu Dib and Roger Kayruz. I was also a music teacher to Iskandar Hadhity who was a great student along with Samir Hayek who went on and became top bass player

In sydney i had a job in Telecom in St Peters as a process worker. I got an examiner position in Concord West in a quality control room inspecting goods and materials at the arrival and the departure of all products done in the sections of the workshop. After clocking off I would go straight to donquixote restaurant to start the show and won’t finish until after midnight.

After spanish club the owners of capitan torres and donquixote restaurant gave us a job to work in two restaurants on Friday and Saturday nights and i had to entertain the rest of the week at donquixote restaurant until 1976. The manager asked me to take over 6 nights a week as s one man band. At this time it was very unique and I was the first in Australia with complete orchestra like 5 piece band. It was the beginning of new adventure. I had previously attended a greek restaurant where there were two musicians, a man and a woman playing keyboard and guitar. I asked myself if i can do this by myself and after much practice i worked it out. Using the first roland electronic drums I had the latest in the market back then. I had a Goodwin guitar, organ lesley, bass pedal, modules etc. I was also playing in Gigetto in Crown St whilst playing at donquixote in Albion Place. I continued working there even after they moved to Kent Street and until they closed down. I was able to play the guitar and keyboard at the same time using both hands and both feet whilst singing as well. I got old recorded tracks like- la vie en rose-south of the border-tel3et ya mahla nourha- and normans at donquixote( all instrumental) - they are on youtube but I had to fix up the audio that was recorded on a cassette tape.

On 17 April 1995 I composed a sound track to a local movie called shifting sands that was showing in the cinema in the city.

A new chapter in my life was when I worked in an arabic restaurant called Christina-Bertani-and Sahara occasionally. I also became a partner with Sief’s Music importing general music keyboard modules+ws1 and we became the importer First To Genaral Music Then to ketron keyboard.I was also responsible for the repair work.I was applauded 4 yeas ago on youtube in 5 languages first (Besame Mucho last (ya shi3bi el habib). Lastly i improve and repair any recorded songs on cd- wav file and modify and enhance the sound and singing.

Four years ago I began creating my own music videos to my songs.

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By: Amal Awad – Radwan-(Palestine)

Translated by: Fathia Asfour

Palestinian poet & tranlator

A child

You inflitrated into the wilds of my darkness

at a time when the scorpions of my rashness

were growing between your footsteps

and spinning with the lashes of your letters a silk of passion...

from the threads of my prime

****

A poem

A poem you emerged with shyness...

You appeared in the hut of my dreams ...

I crowned you a queen on the throne of my madness

when the lost in the jam of your echoes I was ...

Still overtaken by the revolution of your beauty

The smell of my seasons became immortal by you...

by the recurrenc of

sweet songs echoing a scent of torment

They whirled me in a doubt of tear dodged by

complaint.

I wonder till when I'll keep dangling like a pale music

on the ladder of your water!

O you , Hera! the refuge of mother women

Why chasing women

giving birth to me?

and the hundred of your eyes pollinate my eye...

and follow up my barefooted shadow?

to unknown beating

in whose wind your giant jogs

killed by my carob verse

I splash the hundred of his eyes candles on your mirror crest and on the arrogance of your peacock feathers

How transparent the crystals of your arrogance are!!

You fluff them

You spread them out

with a riot sword that radiates me

How could I turn its glare back to your eyes as vigilance sources were extinguished by your fires?

With my golden chain..between the fire of dust( earth).. and the light of haze(heaven)

by your wrists I

you

a star pomply glittering a legend of anguish

while the brides of grown- up breasts

p-r-a-t-t-l-i-n-g you a rebellion of challenge that threatens me

Oh, my love! can pain ail her?!

Where is it from me her beauty , the rescued by your ugliness, Hephaestus ?

Your heart , that is blinded by the flash of jealousy robs the pearl of my heartbeat.

Oh! my night hides my awe and fright

and collects the memory of your scattered breaths on

the ash of my memory

Where is it from me ,

my love? a melody in my fields

How it expanded to

a folk of life larks that protect me!!

Where is it from me,

my love? a glitter planet in the heaven of my soul lighting the path of my inspiration to YOU and landing on top of a CAVE that gives birth to me.

O , you! who hid yourself in a bar

whose indicator is dominion

You pour me a blazing hell in the cups of loss

and the flasks of my

densely covered desert quench your thirst.. so no stray groans get you swell up

Till when will we remain acrobatic hostages ...worn by a sleepless deluge of mint?!

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Here! the lust of my strips, that's aged with isolation adorns you

so that the rhythm of

your bells can't be disturbed

Here! the sparks of your jasmine wash me with the fires of your pistachio dust

I am the besieged by the murcury of your mirrors

Till when will the flute of my cell weep me?!

and the kerchieves of farewell keep waving me?!

أسْطُورَةُ الْتِيَاعٍ؟/ آمال عوّاد رضوان

طِفْلَةً

تَسَلَّلْتِ فِي بَرَارِي عَتْمَتِي

وعَقارِبُ نَزَقي.. تَنْمُو بَيْن خُطُواتِكِ

تَغْزِلُ بِرُموشِ حُرُوفِكِ حَريرَ وَجْدٍ

مِنْ خُيُوطِ مُبْتَدَاي

قصِيدَةً

قصِيدَةً انْبَثَقْتِ عَلَى اسْتِحْيَاءٍ

تَجَلَّيْتِ.. بِكُوخِ أَحْلَامِي

تَوَّجْتُكِ مَلِكَةً.. عَلَى عَرْشِ جُنُونِي

وَأَنَا التَّائِهُ فِي زَحْمَةِ أَصْدَائِكِ

لَمَّا تَزَلْ تَفْجَؤُني.. ثَوْرَةُ جَمَالِكِ!

رَائِحَةُ فُصُولِي.. تَخَلَّدَتْ بِك

بِرَجْعِ أُغْنِيَاتٍ عِذَابٍ.. تَتَرَدَّدُ عِطْرَ عَذَابٍ

زَوْبَعَتْنِي

فِي رِيبَةِ دَمْعَةٍ .. تُوَارِبُهَا شَكْوَى!

إِلاَمَ أظَلُّ أتَهَدَّلُ مُوسِيقًا شَاحِبَةً

عَلَى

سُلَّمِ

مَائِكِ؟

هِيرَا.. أَيَا مَلْجَأَ النِّسَاءِ الْوَالِدَاتِ

لِمْ تُطَارِدِينَ نِسَاءً يَلِدْنَنِي

وَمِئَةُ عُيونِكِ.. تُلاَقِحُ عَيْنِي

وَ.. تُلَاحِقُ ظِلِّيَ الْحَافِي؟

إِلَى خَفْقٍ مَجْهُولٍ

يُهَرْوِلُ عِمْلاقُكِ فِي رِيحِهِ

يَقْتُلُهُ شِعْرِي الْخَرُّوبِيّ

أَنْثُرُ مِئَةَ عُيونِهِ شُموعًا

عَلَى

قُنْبَرَتِكِ الْمِرْآةِ

وَعَلَى

اخْتِيَاِل ريشِكِ الطَّاؤُوسِيّ

كَمْ شَفيفَةٌ بِلَّوْراتُ غُرورِكِ

تَنْفُشينَهَا

تَفْرُشينَهَا

بِسَيْفِ شَغَبٍ يشعْشِعُنِي

كَيْفَ أَرُدُّ سَطْعَهُ إِلى عَيْنَيْكِ

وَمَنَابِعُ الْحَذَرِ أَخْمَدَتْهَا نِيرَانُكِ؟

بِقَيْدِيَ الذَّهَبِيِّ

بَيْنَ نَارِ الأَدِيمِ وَنُورِ السَّدِيمِ

مِنْ مِعْصَمَيْكِ

عَ

لَّ

قْ

تُ

كِ

نَجْمَةً تَتَبَهْرَجُ أُسْطُورَةَ الْتِيَاعٍ

وعَرَائِسُ الصُّدُورِ النَّاضِجَةِ

تُ ثَ رْ ثِ رُ كِ

جُمُوحَ تَحَدٍّ يُهَدِّدُنِي!

أَحَبِيبَتِي يَشْكُوهَا الْوَجَعُ؟

أَيْنَ مِنِّي جَمَالُهَا

يُخَلِّصُهُ قُبْحُكَ هِيفَايْسْتْيُوس؟

قَلْبُكِ الْمَكْفُوفُ بِبَرِيقِ الْغَيْرَةِ

يَخْتَلِسُ لُؤْلُؤَ خَفْقِي

آهٍ مِنْ لَيْلِي.. يُخْفِي وَيْلِي

يَجْمَعُ ذَاكِرَةَ أَنْفَاسِكِ الْمَبْذُورَةِ

عَلَى رَمَادِ أَنْفَاسِي!

أيْنَ مِنِّي “حَبِيبِي”

نَغْمَةٌ فِي حُقُولِي

كَمِ انْدَاحَتْ قَطِيعًا

مِنْ قُبَّراتِ حَيَاةٍ تَرْعَانِي؟

أَيْنَ مِنّي "حَبِيبِي"

كَوْكَبُ أَلَقٍ.. في سَمَا رُوحِي

يُضِيءُ دَرْبَ إِلْهَامِي إِلَيْكِ

ويَحُطُّ فَوْقَ مَغارَةٍ تُنْجِبُنِي؟

يَا مَنْ تَوارَيْتِ فِي حَانَةٍ

دَلِيلُهَا الْهَيْمَنَةُ

تَسْكُبِينَنِي جَحِيمًا.. فِي كُؤُوسِ الضَّيَاعِ

وَتُرْوِيكِ قَوَارِيِرُ هَجْرِي الدَّاغِلِ

فَلاَ تَنْتَفِخِينَ بِآهَاتٍ مُتَشَرِّدَة!

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إِلاَمَ نَظَلُّ رَهَائِنَ بَهْلَوَانِيَّةً

يَلْبَسُنَا طُوفَانُ نَعْنَاعٍ لاَ يَنَام؟

ها شَهْوَةُ شَرَائِطِي الطَّاعِنَةُ بِالْعُزْلَةِ

تُزَيِّنُكِ

فَلاَ تَخْتَلُّ إِيقَاعَاتُ أَجْرَاسِكِ النَّرْجِسِيَّة!

هَا شَرَارَاتُ يَاسَمِينِكِ تَغْسِلُنِي

بِحَرَائِقِ غُبَارِكِ الْفُسْتُقِيِّ

أَنَا الْمُحَاصَرُ بِزئبقِ مَرَايَاكِ

إِلاَمَ تَبْكِينِي نَايُ زِنْزَانَتِي

وَتَظَلُّ تُلَوِّحُنِي.. مَنَادِيلُ الْوَدَاعِ!

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