Translated by Abbas El Sheikh
Edited by Mark Pirie
"HA"
O, my exiled friend!
How your homeland has slipped
Naked from between your eyelids,
And the streets have sneaked secretly through your steps.
O, you, my blind seafarer!
Don't gouge out the eyes of women with your beard
Only the pavements see what beauty hides in their dreams; and what….
Instead, drink the nomadic memories disclosed by the poem.
"SSA"
O, you, my roving master!
Why do your hands transform soil
Into holy words
And water into funeral music?
And yet despite this you wish to assassinate
Your blessed beard
Without a Mass or wedding
To claim that the shadow is the ashes of light,
The distance: violation,
The streets: the rods of the executioner,
And the snow: the angel's dust.
I am not the master of my failures.
"N"
We are still oscillating in her wake
As she puts history on her lap.
"MA"
We are the firebrands of the coffeehouses;
And the others are their flames.
"J"
Why are the smells of words blackening
Before they become targeted by your tongue?
"EE"
Because we don't have the cunning to succeed,
Failure writes us in its diary.
"D"
Because you open your shirt,
The stars are scattered on the sea.
Edited by Mark Pirie
"HA"
O, my exiled friend!
How your homeland has slipped
Naked from between your eyelids,
And the streets have sneaked secretly through your steps.
O, you, my blind seafarer!
Don't gouge out the eyes of women with your beard
Only the pavements see what beauty hides in their dreams; and what….
Instead, drink the nomadic memories disclosed by the poem.
"SSA"
O, you, my roving master!
Why do your hands transform soil
Into holy words
And water into funeral music?
And yet despite this you wish to assassinate
Your blessed beard
Without a Mass or wedding
To claim that the shadow is the ashes of light,
The distance: violation,
The streets: the rods of the executioner,
And the snow: the angel's dust.
I am not the master of my failures.
"N"
We are still oscillating in her wake
As she puts history on her lap.
"MA"
We are the firebrands of the coffeehouses;
And the others are their flames.
"J"
Why are the smells of words blackening
Before they become targeted by your tongue?
"EE"
Because we don't have the cunning to succeed,
Failure writes us in its diary.
"D"
Because you open your shirt,
The stars are scattered on the sea.
