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FROM MUNIR MEZYED TRIPS

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FROM MUNIR MEZYED TRIPS

According to the will of fate 
I have come... 
I emerge from the flood 
A living soul. 
My memory is torn by the night. 
The night is enshrouded with darkness. 
I wander around the world 
Searching for a meaning... 
I want to drink a toast to happiness... 
Here I am gulping the toast to death. 
I cry....Is there any survival? 
I hear no response... 
But the hot winds caressing the grass of silent graves... 
And the world plunging into illusion and vanity... 
Do you remember the mad rain, 
And the wood of the vessel hanging on the summit? 
O intoxicated land, 
That is burdened with jealous desires, 
Bless, and have pity on my soul 
For lo! I never enter the place of secrets 
Nor lift the cover 
On the earth's burial... 

My body is prey... 
Time is a hunter chasing me 
Whilst traps are set for me.... 
I flee... 
I flee with terror and fear... 
My footsteps are slowing, 
Wearing out with the race 
And the veiled fate engraves on my face 
With the edge of a corroded spike... 
I wander alone in the land of Delmon 
The land of eternity 
Calling the aged-young man.... 
The earth cleaves, 
And the serpent emerges 
Devouring the plant... 
Whilst the dream of eternity turns out to be plumes of smoke 
Climbing the unknown of the silent wall.... 

Rest! 
Rest, you, the butterfly soul 
And ease me of my burden which galls my back..! 
Nectar dried out of the roses of fortune.. 
Whilst death gazes at the butterflies... 
The dinghy of desire sails on fire 
No water 
No shore 
And the claws of lust shred the soul 

My life is but a womb of a virgin 
Delivering a mount. 
You are so harsh and mean...! 
I receive you for my sorrows 
And my perishing... 
Hating 
Cursing 
Loving 
I gulp the bitterness of my grief 
Thereby planting a forest of thorns in my mouth. 
I walk on a path of pain 
Chasing a dream... 
Threads of smoke.... 
I grow older and so do the dream and sorrow 
At the end of the long path of misery 
I surrender unto you 
Reposing in your womb....! 

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