Mohammad Ahmad
12-23-2013, 03:03 AM
A malignant tree yet has poisoned me.
Among the shrubs far out of the sea
I settled there to give out my sorrow
It hands me a handful of depleting morrow
Sunny day but the sun sent me its dark rays
Around the year I battle days after days
Yonder in the battlefield, I crossed their wing
When the sun came down, I sent away my song.
When I knew my brother was lost, I became grieved
Nothing I did eat even my drink had given faded
Beside a well there, I did keep around.
Suddenly my horse gave in his ears sound.
Nothing in earth but the sky has a glimmering star
Yet I don’t know from where that slippery tar
Three years over, I came to the place again
The place was grassed plentifully with rain.
Over the hill, I saw a group of nomadic Arab decamped.
Their maidens slumped to the brook to be watered.
Between them, I sight a tall figure of a yellowy hair.
She runs quickly as a frightened dear.
As a gazelle, she slumbered half- eyed awake
Her face is as if a smoothed flickering lake
My heart was throbbed to her before my sight.
And I was turning over from that night.
If only the blackberry would tell me her name!
Never have I purpose other than this aim.
If only I were a moon, ascending crossed with stars pair.
Blithely my eyes should look for with quite peer.
Among the shrubs far out of the sea
I settled there to give out my sorrow
It hands me a handful of depleting morrow
Sunny day but the sun sent me its dark rays
Around the year I battle days after days
Yonder in the battlefield, I crossed their wing
When the sun came down, I sent away my song.
When I knew my brother was lost, I became grieved
Nothing I did eat even my drink had given faded
Beside a well there, I did keep around.
Suddenly my horse gave in his ears sound.
Nothing in earth but the sky has a glimmering star
Yet I don’t know from where that slippery tar
Three years over, I came to the place again
The place was grassed plentifully with rain.
Over the hill, I saw a group of nomadic Arab decamped.
Their maidens slumped to the brook to be watered.
Between them, I sight a tall figure of a yellowy hair.
She runs quickly as a frightened dear.
As a gazelle, she slumbered half- eyed awake
Her face is as if a smoothed flickering lake
My heart was throbbed to her before my sight.
And I was turning over from that night.
If only the blackberry would tell me her name!
Never have I purpose other than this aim.
If only I were a moon, ascending crossed with stars pair.
Blithely my eyes should look for with quite peer.