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