Poem 2 – Unit 7 ترجمة تحريريةI sailed into a language
Not mine
Out of a language
No longer mine
I jettison a burden
That had weighed me down
And paralyzed my tongue
A voice that never was mine
Nor any part of its rhetoric
But rather the shock
Of a language heuristic
Was the self I had
Not what my inner soul had painted
To my soul?
Did I when the mask fell
Stand all exposed?
Carried by the tremulous wonder
Dropped by the words down
On an infinite horizon
I feel estranged
Having totally missed
My range and direction
The Crossbow of Curve
Will my end be the same
As my beginning? O lady!
You are the curve of the crossbow
And the full circle
Is the North star still in place
As once observed from the house terrace
That had for shelter a fence
And you for memory
Surprised by the cold hour
I see the gate of heaven
Drawing too close
And cowering in his cold nest
The bird of rainy nights
The wind is howling
The trees is undressing
The palms kneeling
Whilst ascending
Is the raucous not of a flute
Which I had thought
Had only started
Have you anything to help me recover
An intimation torn asunder
Could you restore
The heart now being devoured
By departing features
Before the outbreak of fires
In the undergrowth of the deep wounds
Before the circumambient air
Is set ablaze with memories
Before the Echo retires
حبيت أكتب القصيدة لمنفعة الطلاب في إعادتها قبل الامتحان
