Spring morning…
a crow jumping
happily in the grass
صباحٌ ربيعي
حتى الغراب يقفذ
سعيداً في الأعشاب
One day I will touch you
and it will all make sense
in my heart
يوماً ما سألمسك
وعندها ستجد الحياة
معنىً في قلبي
Spring morning…
a crow jumping
happily in the grass
صباحٌ ربيعي
حتى الغراب يقفذ
سعيداً في الأعشاب
One day I will touch you
and it will all make sense
in my heart
يوماً ما سألمسك
وعندها ستجد الحياة
معنىً في قلبي
النمش في بشرتها
قصيدةٌ سكَبَها اللهُ
نبيذاً في جسدها
To the wind they fall…
white flowers in spring,
red leaves in autumn
الفاجِعة في عينيّ أمي
عمرها من عمر
موت أختي
في عصرِ موتِ الشعر
أكتبُ لأحيا
في أُغنيةِ عُصفور
At the core of each of us
there is a sacred longing,
an ever burning flame
that quivers with divine light,
it is the restless source
ever pulling at our heart,
turning our pain and sorrow
into its own exquisite wine,
it is the voice of God
in a quiet moment,
it is the rose opening us
to the eternity of the sky.
There is a sacred longing at the core of each of us, it’s how God taps into our hearts, uniting us all through the grace of Love.
A small bird
pecks the ground
looking for small twigs
to make its nest.
I, sitting close by,
reading my book,
wonder if I’m not doing the same,
searching amid the words
for little twigs
to make my own nest,
the nest that will warm
my soul and heart.
Yet I know,
no matter how far and deep
I search, no matter
the twigs I find
and the worded nests I build,
no nest will truly hold my soul
and keep my heart warm
as the palms of your hands
cupping my aging face,
as your love holding me
through this long life.
صباحٌ ربيعيّ
أينما ذهبت ترافقني
رائحة الياسمين
Spring morning rain…
I balance on the edge
of a soft, quiet dream
حياتي المُنعزلة
ورقةٌ بيضاء تنتظرُ
همساتْ الريح
My secluded life
a white paper awaiting
the whispers of the wind
When I pass away
what shall remain of me?
A word that flutters
here and there for a moment
then falls in the wind.
Spring rain,
its sudden fall
in the early morning
shakes all the orange blossoms
from their fragrant sleep,
and they wake to fill the air
with their orange breath
mixed with the scent of the earth
as it rises wet from the kiss
of the spring morning rain.
كأنّ في قلبي شمعةٌ
كلّما أغمضتُ عيناي
رأيتُ في نورِها وجهَكِ
To my heart’s candle
every time I close my eyes
I see your face
Fermant mes yeux
je vois ton visage
à la lumière de mon cœur
Ma vie de poète…
l’errance d’une feuille
portée par le vent
My poet-life…
awandering leaf
blown by the wind
حياة الشاعر
ليست إلا ورقة
تتقاذفها الريح
Travelling through the woods
to find me in my bed…
birdsong at dawn
As I touch you
a silence enters my heart
and I become still
like a garden
in the light of dawn
I write to you
the way a bird
feels the wind
gliding under his wings,
the way the fire crackles
with passionate heat
to consume ever wildly,
the way a root
with infinite patience
descends into the dark;
I write to you
the way the rain
kisses the earth
after a long summer,
the way a monk
prays to God
in the solitude of his cell;
I write to you the way
wine ferments in darkness
and wheat grows gold
in the summer sun,
the way dawn fills the heart
with the still clarity of its light.
I write to you because I love you
and you have turned my life
into a journey of love.
I spill my soul
into the poem
and it takes the shape
of her body,
shines with the light
of her face.
My poem is a journey
winding amid the white hills
of her grace.
I write as if to glimpse
beyond the veil that hides
her endless mystery.
I write because writing
is a form of worship.
Clouds and wind…
immersed in the breath
of this great earth
I often feel that the winds and clouds are the breath of the earth, that we are all engulfed in a single breath, sustaining us, keeping us alive, shrouding us in its great, endless mystery.
In a city of constant noise
you were the silent beauty
which presence lifted me
into a higher realm of harmony,
who opened up higher worlds for me,
filled me up with passion
and gave me the ultimate gift,
the kiss of poetry.
From their treetops
the crows already see
the coming year
Last day of the year…
amid the bare trees I walk
on my solitary way
My lonely path
into the new year wanders
between bare trees
This, my life,
I animate with my heart
and live as poetry…
New year
old resolutions
this life of poetry
تمُرُّ بجانبي
أحبُسُ أنفاسي لأتَنَشقْ
رائحةَ عُطرِها
Clear winter night
the silent stars fill
my heart with wonder
In the puddle at my feet
rippling
the winter moon
Cold winter night
under the moonlight
two lovers holding hands
A poet lives a lonely life
that he may shape birds
out of his own heart
that he sends flying
into the deepest forests
and over the highest mountains
to enliven the mist of the world
with the warmth of his song
This poetry
I gather it inside of me
like a promise,
and each time I utter it
it says your name.
Through the leafless branches
peeking as I walk
the winter moon