A Sky of Water

A Sky of Water Arabic Poem By: Falah Al-Shabender* Traslate By Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk) ==================== A sky of water Doesn't blaze in a glance; It follows us, as we head towards it, Fraying its essence, And transcending in its mysteries; Emptiness .. Mooing.. And dizziness swallow us, Undigested. Here our faces are prayers, The horizon is a hearth of died out ashes No effort is needed For faith in the supreme. A phoenix From the far away echo Drops a shadow painting a sign, The road leads to......... Only if I had a seeder For this bird hovering above us, And if I hoped for any good from it! But, No; it's there by chance! If I set up a trap for it, I'd capture it. But, no, Not this.. and not that! We've defined its sky, And I have the seeds for it -What are your seeds? -Words, Sir! -I don't think it reads. -But it could hear! In the floating cave, their fourth was the bird, Landed on the threshold. - Only if this bird would write us on land, To be our witness! Of wood they carved a ladder, And climbed the index of birds; Their mu'ezzin called: The nigt is nibbling at the day, Digging its valley, Pouring in seepage of the last farewell; In the naked night, We become more than what we are..! And what hangs us to the sudden in the darkness, We wait to see what comes out of its abode; Because this hour, Is the hour of mere animal! It senses our nakedness, Chills with patience Floating creeps in .. A floating drum Over a sky of water The voice creeps ... Somber chant: The opposite triumphed........... The opposite is defeated Falling rain .......... Rising smoke Breathing and exhaling The opposite triumphed........... The opposite is defeated, And the foam exhales Paper of disgraced thoughts; The waves giggle; We retreat, swinging with bias, Turn around, and revolve around "the intoxicated boat;" We retreat, Our backs meet, And we join; The tough waits for the tough "To be or not to be" ............ That is the guffaw! Oh, sovereign power of the sea, We are sand; The bird is belated And we are picked up by dust. ***** Translatedby: Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk) USA February 2010 *Falah Al-Shabender is a poet from Iraq The original text in Arabic: http://www.alnoor.se/article.asp?id=80084