1

 

Here, the shadow in solitude / the light in loneliness

don’t ask for the indentation (imprint) of the body

only for the effect (trace, mark) of the tongue

 

2

 

taming an stallion

is not less than crowning a Queen,

you ask me for a grain of wheat under the throne!

I am asking her, she who carry the Mace.  

 

3

 

no inscription to denote, no relic to own

only the ability to distil the hunch of survival

we were no passers-by، we were not in vain: I touch with my hand,

listening to the psalm of pulsation

and intuit the eternal lesson

 

4

 

the utensils of secrets are fraught with yodels and spells

the wine urn 

shrouds itself in solemnness

on the ceiling, the tongues of the low candles flames

inflaming the suitor’s chest

who is highjacking the root of fertility with a song on the verge of extinction 

 

5

 

the river did not blend with the river

since the invention of boats، fishing and cooking fish,

the hauls of the year, bounty of seasons of plenty, fruits,

the know-how of trenching

the river is Blood, always followed by remorse of history

a land inherited by vengeance

A woman helplessly swirling and roaring in her cave!

 

Was I present there and then?