Poem..I.Shamseldin

In the Bosom of a Beauty

Poem : Islam Shams-ul-Deen

Translation : Freeyad Ibrahim

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Let me be for you..

Let me tonight to be for you

I’ll take off my being upon your threshold

And I untie the nails of my thoughts

and unbutton the buttons of my languages

I’ll remove veils which hide me

capture me

separates me from the closest needs to me

I’ll break off a fetter that fatigued me

crushed me

blooded me and burdened my steps

Tonight I’d enter your altar

Foot by foot

Regret after regret

I’ll shed in your lap my sobs

I’ll lay down burdens that cripple me

and a pain that abuses my mortal remains

I dismount a horse

exhausted by long journeys

Then I perform the ritual wash..

and say my prayer..


Don’t wonder..

Don’t be surprised by my return

For the child sneaking past the backs of the village- men into the depths of the mountain

would be brought back soon by the longing to a piece of sweets.

And the youngster who travels past the butterflies to the dream pastures

would soon be brought back by the taste of the first kiss

And the passionate lover whose wings are broken
amid the oceans of chastity

would soon cast his anchor at the nearest port where no customs exist

And the defeated knight on the fields of nobility

would spin from the colorful beds banners for victory

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Don’t be surprised…

if you ever discovered that I proficiently hang about over the damped sidewalks

at the Christmas night.

And that I am skilled in dancing with whores in cheap pubs

Don’t be stunned…

if you would ever discover that I am highly skilled
in flirting the women

and in playing with strings of desire

until the first hours of the morn.

Be not astonished

For I---;--- my darling---;--- am exhausted
Due to soaring round the moon
on the two wings of an angel


And I have decided tonight to descend

into the land of the humans

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Tonight we are going to make the body the dialogue-language.

For I have spent my lifetime studying the language of the soul.

And sanctify the language of the soul.

And I announced it a law that would unify the religions

And I founded it a homeland that plants the sweet basil.

And I granted it indulgences.

And I sowed it in every moonlit land

And I housed it inside lips, hearts and eyelids

And I have found out too late…

that it won’t give warmth to the worn out hearts!

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Don’t whisper…don’t whisper

For in the West my dear

they make a day for stripping the bodies

And in the East they violate publicly

the sacredness of holydays

While I myself…
have decided to try to strip off the thoughts tonight!
••

A bit of perfume suffices

and your transparent shirt too

Since I dislike ornamentation

and I hate beatification,

falsification and theatrical motivation

I dislike also the women who change like the seasons do.

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Don’t be afraid…don’t be terrified

Don’t be deceived by the furrows engraved in the walls of the heart.
Or the grayness scattered within the hallways of the soul

For the old age in the thirties-my little girl-

may kill the childhood inside us

Maybe it would kill the innocence of the puberty

and the haughtiness of youth,

and a little bit of

the ambitions of the manhood

But it would never harm the masculineness

••


Be kind and nice…

Be merciful with the tired head

as you let it rest on the cushions of your breast

For the limpid thoughts..
are fragile and easily breakable!
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Be not shy…don’t be ashamed

For we are, my cherished---;--- two matches

We, my precious girl---;--- are two close mates

You have pushed the body willingly

and the Self voluntarily

into the way of sin

You have lost everything

And on the pathway of chastity

I am losing everything

As we are both---;--- my darling---;---

have practiced the sinful deed without return!

••

The night, its hours pass by quickly

But the morn comes not!
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Translated by :
Freeyad Ibrahim
22 – 2 - 2014
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