My Distant Master (19)

My Distant Master (19)


Poem : Hana Al-Qadhi

Translation: Freeyad Ibrahim

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Oh vision that practices loss professionally


Between us are

Olive forests

Date orchards

The dryness of Tigris in the shadow of

the loss of certitude

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Our steps are without dawn
All night
Don’t you see?
We are the Flight
In a time desecrated by wars
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By my balcony those breezes pass
The rose’s tips tremble amass
Then I sense your coming
In the waiting window
I embrace your memories
And the remnants of an age…lost
Alas!
I know you like me seek a meeting

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Amid the fog of the olive forests
your breaths I trace
I try to hunt your face
I try to grasp your hand

I run to you
I cry..I call after you
And you leave.. like every other time,
And I miss your saying goodbye
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Trsnslation: Freeyad Ibrahim
2013-12 -12

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