When I try to catch drowsiness
A sun which follows
Night bands
Scratches my face
Like an army
Being exhausted
By defeats
The sorrow stretches out
In my steps
And cry:
How many years
Have been prepared
For the attired speech
In blackness??
My shadows are arrogant
With me
I talk to words’ passers-by
About a sky
I once seated it
On my bed
And let her stars dance
Therefore a burning autumn
Scarped sighing
His dryness
In gardens, I whispered
To butterflies to restore
To my door
I left nothing on the table
But only my follies
I don’t know
How the Tulip hugged me??
We are just frustrations
With rusty memories …..

In such way
To pass the arrival
I didn’t look back
To my wounds
I fed the river
My garments
While my eyes
Were spelling the scent
Of my absence
I didn’t feel
But just waiting of theirs
When the flocks of the stars
Were brawling the darkness carriage
I will reveal my insanity
To the pavements
But I am afraid of
Passers-by envy

I fascinate for myrtle
Which is alike me
And liberate the sparrows
To chirp
I relax to care for sleepless cooing
I say:
For each tempest
A recline of forget ness
My heart is a field
Not to be disdained too much
By planes!!
My heart is a compass
And a lamp that
Morning is dangling from
I seduced it with slander
The daffodil accompanied me
And never said farewell
How did they send you to war
And you are enchained with love??
My mother illuminated
Thirteen lamps
To adorn for my coming
And when the windows
Got older to wait
I illuminated what remained
For departure
On each door
There is a black banner
Splitting day potency
You the ruin
STOP propagation!!
A silence stays in drowsiness
And goes away
I glance the early firebrand
Playing with the jonquil
I beckoned to her
To shun to me with whiteness
Her sympathy amazed me
I will compete coldness
In her dreams
How can I brawl your chest
And jasmine looks unhappy?? !!
How can I lead the birches??!!
Which may I lead??!!
Laughs follow music
To guard your lips
From my daytime
So bitter is the waist
When it forcefully lisps my sinking
So bitter you are
When I step the maiden streets
For my RISE ………

The neigh is digging
A well for my accommodation
The flocks of light
Are hidden in my eyelids
So many wishes are leaving
My heads
Cooing stepped out
Of the window
Singer’s voice
Becomes husky.
Like a pale shining
We leaked in stations
We restored to linden
We beg blind lamps
To swim in darkness
The stars are locked up highly
I unleashed my spark
Towards you
But it didn’t arrive
I talked to the sorrow
About you, it beckoned
To palm-trees
To sack eternity
From my slumber
And to wipe its shores
Off my brow
May I listen to the secrets delirium?
While it writhes on the paper??!!
To leave my life on the table
Putting out its grief
I have chosen the loneliness
Of the rain’s flasks
I wore my labyrinth
To go deeply
I didn’t look around
The windows
When I hid my looks
On its chamber

I didn’t look around
The fields of cloaks
When their rivulets
Departed from
So that moon caprice
Combed their nights
The woman at forty
Seated on the knees
To suckle me
Her weeping
And her stiff dreams as well
On her knees
That woman’s angels slumber …….

Her feminity flowed
In my hands
And the sky flourishes
With uncultivated lilac
The streams tend to whiteness
And the shores freely
Beckon to me
I ‘m worry about God
On the deluge

There is no Prophet
To save the remainder
Verandas are snooping to us
With one eye
Our shadows are pelting
The curtains with kisses
The waves implore
The shirts of passers – by
To can the coasts in the
Fog‘s nausea
The carriages exchange
Scratches and wet maps
With the waves
I embraced a tower
Thinking it’s a minaret
When he didn’t find enemies
He threw the frontiers
Behind me
March becomes pale
I smoke nothing
But my pain
The daisy is so lagging
To face the chant
To lean on our lives ………

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Translated by / JAWAD WADI