THE
LIBERATOR
Tear the clouds and let your full moon be
seen
The dreams of your soul will never
extinguish
In a youthful
body, bitter in
its sweetness
Nor on
the mouths of
nails
Sin decided your death,
Crowned you
with thorns
Besieged you
to the last breath
But it was
blind to
see
Your victory over death
How the
fragrance of
your life
Sweetens every winged heart
As blossoms
perfume spring
You, Man you are not a god
But how much
you have
From the breath of God
Burn together body and soul
Embrace, unite
Then come back to us
a flame
In the darkness
shine
The eyes of spiders
Weaving their deadly cobweb
And ravens
with fingers on
the trigger
Waiting to lick your wounds
A poet
in the wilderness dreams
Of the miracle
to burst
Dreams of a balance of pure weights
Of a Houri not falsified by colours
To support him, to pour in
him faith
Of a lash
to beat
down
All the shameless faces
A stranger in a baffling night
Heaven hides
him in
the bosom
to its near twilight
He sighed,
not a golden crown he
wants
No palace,
no wealth, nor the paradise of
Rashid
Nothing but an earthquake
To purify earth
from injustice
To liberate the
new slaves
When will the breasts be
inflamed by
the holy
fire?
Men yawned in their Harem,
Given up
to their entertainment
While nearby the earth groaned,
Graves opened, eyes
peeped,
The eyes of victims.
Thousands thousand
bright eyes
Have extinguished on
the licentious
field
Thousands thousand weeping eyes
Rained on the cruel rocks of sin
Earth groaned
But not
for resurrection.
Near the fire he
sat in the night
Swallowing from its light
The wisdom of ages
Measuring the dimensions of earth
Flying on it horses and arms
Picking stars, planting new stars
A lonely sailor in a boat
Struggling the
historic winds
Embracing all
ports
Rolling to the abyss evil witches
Shaking to the bones sea pirates
A noble
anger was
lashing
The bones
of earth
to the marrow
Give me
the madness of
Hittin
To sew to the sea a blue bride dress
Embroidered with
lilac twilight
To be united
to a heaven
Of a
full shining
moon
To the day of
Hittin
How far
I am from Hittin!
On my tongue
is a rock
On my shoulders lays
a rock
My breast succumbs under
a rock
My tears
run over a
rock
I feel myself a
rock
And on
my rocks walk
All pigs stamping their footsteps
Where are you Saladdin
To roll the
rocks of
time from me
To crumble my
heaviness?
How did the tower
bend its head
How did the bear took the pigeon as a
bride
How did
the wolf be
the guard
The rats
in power mad?
A world of suicide!
Reason bends
to craziness
the head.
Purity hides
the filth within.
A world which digs
in the day of
marriage its grave.
And you poet who penetrates the dark,
Measuring the dimensions
of black,
Burning your breath,
Perhaps a light
as a needle pricks
The dense darkness and whispers the glad tiding.
A stranger you are
in a strange land
A nightingale sings
in the near
branch,
Arousing your
longing.
Is it love or deceit?
How much
you suffered
from defeat
Nights of sleeplessness!
How much you were tortured
By the jailor and
the jail!
Be patient
my heart,
An instance
of patience..
Between reason and
madness
An instance
of patience..
Between victory and defeat
An instance of
patience..
Between Jerusalem and Hittin
An instance
of patience.
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