Before the wind blows, and before we
Know the wolf, and what it devours…
My beloved said:
"I used to gallop like a white mare
Splitting the darkness, making the moon smile!
Only flowers grew in my eyes,
As if the moons were love in the sky,
And I am the moon…
I used to dream of white nights
As if songs flowed
When God created
From images…
This world is worth living for
And I am the fire brimming with passion
Like the sparks
Of gypsy fires…
I was Salma, I was the lights of life,
I was Layla,
The wolf in your bed, Grandma,
With blood wiped on its fangs,
And I, the dewy one,
In danger…
As it devoured its wildness in madness
It devoured the rain…
The wolf that,
In my waiting time
Devoured the rain…
Inside me, a bereaved scream,
And in my sleep, the prick of needles…
The frost came, warmth died
And in my chest,
My heart broke…
People are lost
Thinking the weak
Have become precious…
I saw its yellowed leaves
Lost from their mother
The branch of the tree!..
Blow, wind!
People are hungry for slumber
And the wolf howls in our wound,
Grandma died
And sight was uprooted…
Do not despair, my heart,
I am the one
More beautiful than God created…
And I came from my dreams,
To
A world of pits…
This world is not worth it,
In it, the extraction of hearts is an industry
And the closest people…
Are the ones who betray…
I answered her:
How do grandmothers die in the belly of wolves,
And how do graves spread
On the plains,
Are there wolves in the earth’s belly
Or are the graves of humans?
Where does the wind dwell?
How does the deaf see
In the victory of the victorious?
The wind became poisoned
And the rains became stagnant
And life is for those who crossed…
The hurricanes and tents
In the deserts of the heart
It is the sobbing
For those who endured,
And for what was rare…
The light of life approached
Like a wedding,
But ingratitude
Is the craft of the cunning…
It hid from her eyes
The colors of spring,
Like a trunk struck by hurricanes
It resisted, and broke…
Who knows the secrets but its Creator
Who knows that the earth is a filter
For what man makes of harm…
All the poisons that spilled
And all the rains that poured
And all the dark snows of vice
To end life
And leave no trace…
The earth is a filter,
Without poisons, the springs will flow
In the journey of love,
From the stone…
My beloved is born from the spring
The light of life flowed,
As the string danced…
All the dances of life came
And the most beautiful color when scattered…
Life is an awakening and a symbol of love
And the kiss of the lips
On the happiness of those who crossed…
Life is a glance
In summer evenings
And the smile of the one who looked…
No more fear now!
The wolf’s winter has passed,
And the Tatars have vanished…
The wedding of spring has come
And in the hearts it has spread…
And in my beloved’s face
All the angels
Have appeared…
Zouheir Shalabi