فتحي مهذب - من دفاتر بهلول From Bahloul’s notebooks.. ترجمة للإنجليزية د. يوسف حنا / فلسطين

From Bahloul’s notebooks
Fathi Muhadub / Tunisia
From Arabic Dr. Yousef Hanna / Palestine

Track down the funerals
Barefoot ..
With a drooping beard ..
Run after the hearse
My legs are a pair of clouds
And my tears are birds,
Soaring in the air...
Slamming slowly the door of my shadow
Shedding deep memories
Shouting like a widow:
- Everything is over...
No shadow listening to the tone of the feet
No words move the stone of meaning.
No depth of light.
No door to the soul, or lamps.
The meaning does not make sense, nor the banks
To our eternal wound ..
Thus we fall into oblivion
We fall on the frost mission ..
The roots of chaos are extinguished
In the climaxes of silence...
I cry like a hoopoe
Displaced by a philosophical impasse...
This is how darkness cooks us
Upon the andiron of loss...

Thus dirt eats its rancid

With a spoon of dust.

This is how our bells fade

Under the shelling of absence..

We go deep into the body of the earth,

Surrender to the rhythm of annihilation.



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