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By Yusra Al-Ayoubi
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Act Two Scene Four |
Act Two - Scene Four (In a village high on a hill, round a table, in the farm between the woods, the poet's mom shake hands with the young ladies) Mom Welcome to our village Fair ladies Jamilah It's lovely here Diana How pure is the air, how cool! Mom In his vacation My son here finds his inspiration Nature unmask its beauty To kindle his revelation Jamilah You have a genius son Mom His talent is divine But it has a sad tone Have you read his last pamphlet? Jamilah Not yet Mom I fear death will surprise me Without seeing him married and happy Without a woman to take care of him He will be drowned In a span of water Why is he alone With all the beauties around? Jamilah Perhaps he did not find the suitable one Mom You know poets are too capricious Too irresolute, too perfect to accept weaknesses Too proud of their liberty to loose Here he comes, excuse me I'll go to prepare dinner You are our guests to day (She picks up a turkey as she went to the kitchen. Birds are chirping in the trees) Poet Ah Jamilah, you have come To the quiet of my home To my lair To the strong heart at peace (wondering) but what is that in your finger? Jamilah I am engaged Poet Engaged! But why? Jamilah I came to say good by I'm leaving to Kuwait With my brother The only one who remained Alive from my family Poet You want to leave us then! Jamilahh I came to thank you for your care I don't know how to reward you Without a wound to your pride Poet You have nothing to reward me Nothing to give me my due You have wounded me enough You ungrateful ... Jamilah Why Doctor? Why are you angry with me Poet (in rage) I created you favoured your talent brought you to light My love gave you wings to soar The sun of my land mastery I granted you my precious time to lift you high, to save you from drudgery, but you mocked my love brought me to misery You rewarded my sympathy, by treachery What can I give you more Than my pencil The immortal fire within me! I thought you the woman to come Greater than religions and creeds Which make true love null And void as ashes Oh my days lost! My nights full of tears Jamilah You are dear to me doctor… Poet Doctor! Haven't I a name? Jamilah You're the friend of my soul I never forget the confidence you granted me To be your help in your new magazine I stick to my promise Poet I don't need your help! Diana Excuse me, I want to help your Mom in the kitchen! (she goes) Poet (meditating) I murmur in my dreams why you great wounded womb relapse? You are the mother of life What is the wisdom in your deterioration In filling your eyes with mud In veiling the secrets of your mind and heart You said – I know not this was a fact or a part of my dream- ask him who made motherhood a curse, eternal existence, a sin love to be punished by laws never cede or forgive but at last they will surely win Poet You fear to be the new woman In my mind You stick to your rotten habits You can't be free You're used to a cage In it to be besieged You have no courage It's the way of fools Your marriage Not the way Of brilliant talent With a progressive message Jamilah I have no confidence In opinions say The liberty of woman Is to give way to her desire She has a better role Life is not only Enjoyment and pleasure (they walk together in front of the stage while the poet's Mom with Diana and a servant carry dishes to the table) Jamilah I'm dedicated to family life In it I find My eternal power Poet I doubt you can advance an inch Marriage will bar your way To accomplish Your literary career It will extinguish Your fire inside The incentive of creation For divine donation All your merits will flee you When you childishly flee From my … (they hear the mother calling them to dinner.. they together were chatting and laughing while the poet was upset.. he criticized his mother for not peeling the tomato knowing that he has a sensitive stomach) Diana I made the salad! Poet (He shakes his head, and remains silent all the time, after dinner his Mom accompanied the two girls to show them the grove. In their way back to the city they appear on the stage while they were waiting for a car) Diana Why he was so upset? Jamilah Don't have confidence in those Who teach your body to enjoy Their piercing perfume hides The evil smell of their souls They want to grasp you in their hands Downtrodden in disgrace They want to enslave you for ever To their own egoist desire When their lust stop to quiver They leave you alone to suffer The earth has an eternal will By you alone gush out Your inner desires are eternal crave To protect species and save It's the force of life That satisfy our sex We are a peace maker by instinct Let our principles be Glory to our sex To seek true love Not fleeing desire Diana You can't be forever Undutiful to your body Jamilah I don't want to forsake my body But why break the barrier done By my society, when it seek my safety? |
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