Hypocrisy
Enough with the hypocrisy!
What purpose does this countless embrace serve?
When we have reached the end
And all the stories we once told
Are mere hypocrisy…
Hypocrisy…
Enough!
It is already one o’clock…
Where is the bag? Can you hear me? Where did you hide the bag?
Indeed, it announces one o’clock…
And we are chewing on monotonous tales
With no purpose…
Let us admit now that we have failed
And what remains of us
Is only vacant and wandering eyes
Where light has diminished
And the hollows of our empty eyes
Have turned to stone…
Enough!
We stare at one another in ignorance
And speak of truth and friendship
Claiming that the heavens
Have conspired against us…
While with both hands
We buried loyalty
And sold our consciences to the winter…
Now we sit like companions
Yet we are neither lovers nor friends
Revisiting our past messages…
And laughing at the false lines…
Is this hypocrisy our creation?
Without caution or emotion…
Enough with the nonsense!
Where is the bag? Where is the cloak?
The decisive moment has come
And soon the evening will fold
The chapters of our failed relationship…
Diary of a Woman
Why in our city?
Do we live love through smuggling and forgery?
Stealing our appointments through door cracks
And begging for letters
And for wandering moments?
Why in our city?
Do they hunt emotions and little birds?
Why are we mere tin?
What remains of humanity
When it becomes like tin?
Why are we dual in
Feeling and thought?
Why must we be earthly,
Grounded, fearing the sun and light?
Why do the people of our town?
Get torn apart by their contradictions?
For in their waking hours
They curse braids and skirts
Yet when night falls upon them
They embrace pictures?
I always question myself
Why can’t love exist in this world?
For everyone
All people
Like the rays of dawn?
Why can’t love be like bread and wine?
Like water in the rivers,
And like clouds, rain,
Herbs and flowers?
Isn’t love for humanity
Life within a life?
Why isn’t love in my country?
Natural:
Intertwined like lips meeting lips
And flowing,
As my hair flows on my back?
Why can’t people love easily and kindly?
Like fish in the sea
Like moons gliding in their orbits?
Why is love not essential in my country
Like a collection of poetry?
Don’t Love Me
This love…
No longer intrigues me!
So rest, and allow me some peace…
If your love is fickle
As I have seen…
Then please, don’t love me!
My love…
Is the whole world to me,
But your affection is of no concern…
The small sorrows embrace me
And pay me visits
If you do not visit me.
What you feel matters not
For my thoughts of you suffice me…
Love is…
An illusion in our minds
Like fragrance in gardens…
Your eyes…
Are born from my sorrow
What are you?
What are your eyes to me?
For your small mouth…
I have turned it in my hands
And planted it with lemon blossoms…
Even your beauty…
Does not amaze me
If it fades from time to time…
For desire opens a thousand windows
Green…
And sings to me of your eyes.
It makes no difference, my tormentor
If you loved me
Or did not love me…
You should rest from my love…
But I ask you,
Do not grant me peace!
From the Diary of a Failing Student
What is required of me?
What is precisely required of me?
I have dedicated my life
To the school of love
And through the night… I studied… and memorized…
Completing all the assignments…
Everything I could do in the chamber of love,
I have done…
Everything that I could engrave on rosewood,
I engraved…
Every letter, dot, and circle that I could draw,
I have drawn…
So why is my notebook filled with poor marks?
And why do you belittle my history…
My abilities, my art…
I still do not understand, my lady
What is required of me?
What is required of me?
To be the number one man among your men;
To be the first pioneer…
First discoverer…
And the first inhabitant…
In your poetry or the folds of your shawl…
What must I do to dive into the sea…
And lie on the warmth of your sands?
I have performed thousands of follies
To please your imagination…
I have sacrificed thousands of times
For your connection…
You who entered upon your feet
The mightiest of kingdoms…
Free me…
From my madness and your beauty…
What must I do to declare my allegiance to love?
What is required of me to be buried among the martyrs?
They have admitted me to the madhouse in the name of love…
And even now, my lady, they have not released me…
They have hanged me—in the name of poetry—so many times…
And it seems they never killed me.
They tried to uproot the rebellion from my heart and my papers…
And it seems they…
Within the heart of rebellion, my lady,
Have planted me…
You, to whom my love
Enters through the door of myths…
And drains my blood and my age…
I no longer have hobbies except
Collecting the Kuhl from the Hegaz
You scattered in every corner…
I no longer have interests except…
To extinguish the fire you ignited in the heart of mirrors…
I have no convincing answer…
When my tears question me about you…
Drink your coffee now and tell me
What is required of me?
I have thought about your smile
Since the year 2000 before the dawn…
I have run like a horse around your waist…
And when they mentioned the Nile…
I boasted about the length of your hair…
You who take me with your flowered kaftan
To the land of wonders…
You who spread beauty marks along your edges
Like stars…
I scream like a madman from my intense love…
Why, my lady, are you against talents?
I ask you to smile…
I ask you to harmonize…
You know very well…
That all my skills are at your disposal
And all my abilities are under your command.
And the fingers with which I have built worlds
Are also…
Are also…
Are also at your service…
To Remember the Rest of the Women
It’s a sin against you…
It’s a sin against you…
You have taken thousands of birds from me
And the color of the sky…
You have seized the air from my lungs
I want you…
To grant me a little time,
To remember the rest of the women…