تويت
نشوة الكأس
***
[poem=font="Traditional Arabic,6,black,bold,normal" bkcolor="transparent" bkimage="" border="none,4," type=2 line=1 align=center use=ex num="0,black""] أَرَاكِ على البُعْدِ .. مِثْلَ الثُّرَيّا = تَمُدِّيْنَ كَفَّيْكِ شَيْئاً .. فَشَيّا
وَتَسْقِيْنَنِي مِنْ كُؤُوسِ اغْتِرابِي = خُمُوْرَ التَّصَابِيْ .. فأزْدادُ غَيَّا
أَنا أنْتَشِيْ .. أتَشَظَّى .. أغَنِّي = لِشَمْسٍ ، تَغِيْبُ وراءَ الْمُحَيَّا
شَظَايا على الأرضِ أصْبَحْتُ أسْعى = بِبَعضِي لِكُلِّي .. لِفَرْطِ الْحُمَيَّا
شَظَايا على الأرضِ ، في كُلِّ شِبْرٍ = تَنَاثَرْتُ حُزْناً ، وما زِلْتُ حَيَّا
أنا الشِّعْرُ .. قَدَْ كُنْتُ للرَّعْدِ صَوْتاً = فَلَمَّا تَجَلَّيْتِ .. أطْرَقْتُ عَيّا
عَشَقْتُ الكُؤُوسَ ؛ لأنَّكِ خَمْري = وَرَوَّيْتُ صَبْري على الْمَحْلِ رَيَّا
بَلَغْتُ احتراقي .. أأغْدُو رمَاداً ؟! = أأرْضاهُ بَعْدَ الَّتي واللُّتَيَّا ؟!
سآتِيْكِ كالرِّيْحِ تَلْتَهِمُ الأرْ = ضَ ، أطوي المسافاتِ للوَصْلِ طَيَّا
فَإنْ كانَ قَتْلي هو الْحُبُّ حَقَّاً = إلَيْكِ بسيفي .. وصَدْري .. وَهَيَّا ![/poem]
[align=center]***
مهند حسن الشاوي[/align]
***
[poem=font="Traditional Arabic,6,black,bold,normal" bkcolor="transparent" bkimage="" border="none,4," type=2 line=1 align=center use=ex num="0,black""] أَرَاكِ على البُعْدِ .. مِثْلَ الثُّرَيّا = تَمُدِّيْنَ كَفَّيْكِ شَيْئاً .. فَشَيّا
وَتَسْقِيْنَنِي مِنْ كُؤُوسِ اغْتِرابِي = خُمُوْرَ التَّصَابِيْ .. فأزْدادُ غَيَّا
أَنا أنْتَشِيْ .. أتَشَظَّى .. أغَنِّي = لِشَمْسٍ ، تَغِيْبُ وراءَ الْمُحَيَّا
شَظَايا على الأرضِ أصْبَحْتُ أسْعى = بِبَعضِي لِكُلِّي .. لِفَرْطِ الْحُمَيَّا
شَظَايا على الأرضِ ، في كُلِّ شِبْرٍ = تَنَاثَرْتُ حُزْناً ، وما زِلْتُ حَيَّا
أنا الشِّعْرُ .. قَدَْ كُنْتُ للرَّعْدِ صَوْتاً = فَلَمَّا تَجَلَّيْتِ .. أطْرَقْتُ عَيّا
عَشَقْتُ الكُؤُوسَ ؛ لأنَّكِ خَمْري = وَرَوَّيْتُ صَبْري على الْمَحْلِ رَيَّا
بَلَغْتُ احتراقي .. أأغْدُو رمَاداً ؟! = أأرْضاهُ بَعْدَ الَّتي واللُّتَيَّا ؟!
سآتِيْكِ كالرِّيْحِ تَلْتَهِمُ الأرْ = ضَ ، أطوي المسافاتِ للوَصْلِ طَيَّا
فَإنْ كانَ قَتْلي هو الْحُبُّ حَقَّاً = إلَيْكِ بسيفي .. وصَدْري .. وَهَيَّا ![/poem]
[align=center]***
مهند حسن الشاوي[/align]
The Glass’s Ecstasy
By Mohanad Hassan Es-Shawi
Translated By Abdellatif Rhesri
I behold you from afar
Like the Pleiades
Gradually stretching out your hands
And handing me
The glass of torment
That tastes like
The wine of flirtation
I go even more astray
And I get ecstatic,
Break apart
Then begin to sing
For a sun
That sets behind the face
Being like mere slivers on the ground
My new norm
Is that the parts of me
Set on searching for my whole
Under the impact
Of intense intoxication
Mere slivers sprinkled
On every inch of the ground
I have got scattered
With sorrow
Yet I am still alive
For I have been a poem
That echos back thunder
Then, when you have shown up
I lower my eyes shyly
I am in love with glasses
Because you are my wine
And I water the dry ground
With the liquid of my patience
I am now nearly incinerated
Will I turn into ashes, then ?
Will I be content
With such a destiny ?
I will rather come to you
As fast as the wind
Crossing whole distances
So that we can meet again
And if love is martyrdom
Then, take a sword and stab me
Right in the chest
Morocco
19/10/2009
By Mohanad Hassan Es-Shawi
Translated By Abdellatif Rhesri
I behold you from afar
Like the Pleiades
Gradually stretching out your hands
And handing me
The glass of torment
That tastes like
The wine of flirtation
I go even more astray
And I get ecstatic,
Break apart
Then begin to sing
For a sun
That sets behind the face
Being like mere slivers on the ground
My new norm
Is that the parts of me
Set on searching for my whole
Under the impact
Of intense intoxication
Mere slivers sprinkled
On every inch of the ground
I have got scattered
With sorrow
Yet I am still alive
For I have been a poem
That echos back thunder
Then, when you have shown up
I lower my eyes shyly
I am in love with glasses
Because you are my wine
And I water the dry ground
With the liquid of my patience
I am now nearly incinerated
Will I turn into ashes, then ?
Will I be content
With such a destiny ?
I will rather come to you
As fast as the wind
Crossing whole distances
So that we can meet again
And if love is martyrdom
Then, take a sword and stab me
Right in the chest
Morocco
19/10/2009
تعليق