WHICH READS FIRST, THE HEART´-or-THE SIGHT?

WHICH READS FIRST, THE HEART´-or-THE SIGHT?
Poem by: Mahmoud Said Kawash|

With you, life is blessed and has the fragrance of faith
Crammed with confusion, bewilderment and anxiety
You are the pearl of oceans and the secret of beauty on earth
How splendid the poem becomes when your letters adorn it
When it turns into a bow that hits with the arrows of rhymes
When it becomes a bullet that goes without a deadline
When life begins with it and knows no end´-or-limit of time

How powerful your pen becomes when its ink flows
Draws you magical pulses inside me
Writes you golden verses on the strings of my heart
Makes roses grow on my cheeks
Makes almonds bloom on my mouth
Makes the drip drips from between my lips
Makes questions overrun over the fringes of my eyes
Glows and spreads light of optimism in my soul
Slides a burning flame on the snow of my heart
Then excites it and sets fire inside its four rooms!!

Oh the angelic prince of my heart
Am I not the neighbourhood doe who loves you
Who searches refuge from thirst in your pastoral fields
Am I not wandering among the sides of your meadows
Looking for water, because you are the rain and the blessing
Aren’t your letters looking like diamonds in form and content
While I am monotheistic in your own world

Life is now reduced to a gesture from you
When it was not reduced before to a gesture from the moon
Not even from the deafening stone´-or-the echo in a deep valley
O silent sea, I know that your waves indicate the start, not the end
You should know that the heart is no longer asking the eyes:
Is it ebb´-or-tide and which reads your letters first, the heart´-or-the sight?

Mahmoud Said Kawash
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