A Feather Pulled From a Bird

(Translated by: عبد اللطيف غسري ABDELLATIF RHESRI)

Do not ask me
About yesterday's affairs
I imbibed enough sorrow
That would make me forget

I will be born a child again
And being biased
For my own fault
I shall take after myself

Not like a cloud
Whose water
Is gained from others
But like a sun, I shall rise
Having my own thoughts

I shall remove from things
Their dusty night
And return
Absolutely confused

From a stride of doubt
I have made in blood
To the hand of certainty
That drags me
From my intuition

I meditate upon the time
In which I suffer
And swap my despair
With ant's patience

As if my heart was
A feather pulled from a bird
Or a rose in a cup

As if I stared much
At the dew
And got drowned
To the point of ecstasy
With the liquor of my sensation

Do not ask me
Everything is painful
Even words
And I was not created
For myself only

I am coming to you
From cites whose fumes
I have gone through
As a skinny body drowned
In an ocean of despair

I can only sing
Imitating a tree
That is rebuking itself
At the axe image

I can only yearn
Like a string, pining away
For the bow's departure

I am probably
A thwarted scream of rocks
And the hand of
The dumb, cruel chisel

I used to spot my image
In everything
In the wind
Between the echo
And the whisper

In the fire
Burning with the soul
Of a butterfly
In the Earth
Washed by the sunlight

In the mind of a song
That is paving a street
And escorting the kids
To the classrooms

In my mother's face
In her brow grooves
In her palms dream
On my wedding night

I was the message
Between lovers
Who had long gone
Or been reported
To have melted away
Into love and fun
I was the truth
On a clear day
But things and objects
Tended to wipe me out

So, learn
How to figure me out
Away from shapes
Which are in fact
The zenith of my imprisonment

I am a candle
That has melted away
But its shadow
Has kept on growing
Beyond touch