فتحي مهذب - شذرات من كتاب الشمس. Nuggets from the Book of Sun.. ترجمة : يوسف حنا.

Nuggets from the Book of Sun
By Fathi Muhadub / Tunisia
From Arabic Dr. Yousef Hanna / Palestine
They hold great rocks
On their arched backs
And at the bottom of the mountain
They turn it into pure gold.
Witches that leopards jump out of their eyes.
Those who fill the baskets of imagination
With precious stones.
They unleash time like a greyhound
After the thinking bunny.
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Your bird went mad
Your voice is frozen like a Buddhist immersed in the Mystic of Light.
Your bird is being chased by diviners
Women with severed heads
Seventeen bullets as fresh as the little Duke's Owl.
The jungle is blind
Its trees do not think but gaze at the funeral blossoms
And your hunchbacked proof has the legs of centipede.
Your bird went mad
Patients beat drums in the stable of meaningless
Essence, chaos and triviality
Straw falling from your hooked beak.
The dragon will make you hear the rhythm of fire
The countless salaciousness of her eyes
You will not be comforted unless by a boat full of God's eternal garments
Your bird went mad
Nothing beats his weird in heather
His seclusion stained with blood of critics
Words that pass like flaming wheels over his head
Fountains of light will dwell.
From his daily ashes.
****
You are a rotten dwarf and chopping block, oh jester reality.
We will destroy your ship loaded with corpses
Your mummified falcons
Which chew the dead arteries
We'll pierce your hat, oh foolscap
With a stray shot
We will cut off your penis that filled our beds
With mud and shame
We chase you wherever you go
In our nihilistic neighbor's house
In the morgue
With your lavish pipe
And your garrulous mustache
And your prison-like clothing
Philosophers will get you on their backs
To Freud's bed
To intercourse with you and devour your fresh unconscious
We will evacuate you of the utopia sparks
Of gangrene and bad luck
We will refute your arguments at the casino
And will destroy the idols that you planted in the passage of words
Hey clown-like sloth monkey reality
We'll fight you throwing your corpse to the galaxy dogs,
To establish our utopian city on your ruins.
****
Oh, my flower
How many drops of light do you need?
For the sky to come down
Like a pharaonic queen
Sharing Christmas with you?
****
Dragging his skeleton with rope of madness
His panicked eyes click the grains of visuals
And his imagination barks in the garden of his head
It seems that there is a thief of obsessions
in the neighborhood
He became a captain in the non-thinking submarine
Heading into cloudy expanses
The blue whale of contradictions chases him
Ah, you absurd driver
Why did you commit suicide last night?
In the dressing room
****
The one who embezzled your rare jewelry
Your slit children of bad luck mud
And claimed that the yesterday's fox
Is the only killer
That ambushed your blonde deer.
****
Lautréamont
I still keep your clothes in my words
Your madness in my head
Your curse rings the bells like a whore
To awaken the evil owl
The sleeping God on the balcony
Since a thousand years
The sounds of transients left behind
Like deep pits in space
Lautréamont
Bring your soul by the flute secrets
And wailing similar to cricket screams
Your soul that fled in the limousine
Towards eternity
O tall hunched
Like a thread of fleeting shadow
O the central hero in the novel of the great existence
Your words' scent
Still gliding on from my fingertips.
****
The blind are many
Refute the sun with the needle of pragmatism
How full of clouds are their pockets
And their pierced souls
Of Idols.
****
We take the same path
Guarded by day and night
At night, leopards flee from our heads
In the daytime, we take care of our contradictions
Like feisty caribous
Satan himself
Who nests in our texts
And no one pays attention to that
Angels are constantly running boring
In our rural imagination
Nothing goes up to the heaven after death
nothing
nothing.
O coffin
Why are your hands frozen?
And your heart beats with music?
****
For the truth I lived
And for it I will die.
****
Your soul is a cloud
Your body is rain
Earth is our beloved mother.
****
I apologize to you, O sparrow league
My biggest mistake is that I put you in a cage
Like a prisoner of war
I resent my absurdity,
The monsters that fight in my parts.
From the fog of Middle Ages.​