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The Celestial Shadow
Loneliness that abides
In this endless emptiness
Hangs heavy on my spirit,
Grief grinds me…
Coming out of my solitude
I roam the streets of my city
Which is crowded with sorrows…
Walking
In this cold, dark night,
It crawls into my flesh
Permeates,
And flows in my veins…
I stop by an old trashy bar
In a wretched shantytown…
Stepping in,
I look around,
Feel I am in the land of shadow…
Their laughs disgust me;
Looks frighten me…
The walls are replete with drunkards' tales,
Windows have surrendered to the wind,
Mirrors committed suicide,
Unable to bear the faces…
I hesitate to stay,
Then glimpse a beautiful
serving wench looking at me…
As I sit in dark corner
So as not to be seen…
She comes to my table…
We have the best wine,
Pressed out with breasts and limbs…
I drink…
Drinking in mist,
Darkness and wind.
I drink,
Gulping a wine of toiler's sweat,
Orphans' tears,
People's sorrows…
I drink to those
who are tortured by love and poverty
Those whom God has forgotten
They too are human…
Drunk,
Wretched,
Burdened with sorrows
I leave the bar,
The night still oppresses me…
Roaming,
Staggering,
My feet lead weights,
I pass by necropolis
Wherein a horrible silence camps,
From which the odor of death emanates.
Hearing a barking dog,
But being unable to see
I stand still for a moment,
When for no reason,
Fright touches me…
Feeling dizzy,
Head splitting,
I lean against the wall,
While necropolis encircles me…
Seeing my ghost rise from a grave,
I shout, O my God…!
Is the wine making me lose my sanity
And imagine strange things…?!
Not the wine,
But the wind slaps your sanity…
I am the celestial shadow,
The indweller,
Imprisoned in thy flesh..
I will be free when you depart.
Copyright © Munir Mezyed
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