Home of the spirit
One desire
To become pieces of a scattered poem
Filling the hall of the soul
And provoking me
A dead tattoo
And on the wall of the bleeding heart
The poem engraves me
And spreads me a reckless child
In heaven a thousand melodies
I haven't composed them yet
To a nation that honors prostitution
And forsakes its children
But, between heaven and I
A hard cord…
I plant my spirit in its soil
A soil of a nation that is too far away from me
A shining star moves around the soul orbit
Weary and bored to death
Dazzling the illusion of a burdened shadow
That hardly its oil could catch the light
Attacking the mist of the unseen
And carrying a torch
An unlit torch that is burdened with drought
And its fire is set off by the devils of the earth
By mist and ashes
While the bad time is still fighting with me over it…
Perfumes and dreams of my beloved
Coming out of magical amphorae
Color the bleeding soil
That has been bleeding for many years
And under the shade of god I stroll
Grieve not, nor be afflicted…!
Put my wakeful lamp off
And ask for naught to night!
As Eternity has always been my desire…
My souls appears like a piercing and shining star
Wandering in the space of Eternity
And under the shade of god I still stroll …
I have come back a blemished body
Blemished with henna
And scented with divine perfumes…
Soaring in Eternity
And under a halo of a moon defeating darkness
I rest forever…
Silver rain pours over the seed of my body-
River of henna
Breaths and remnant of life
Branches lumber with night
And seeds of nectar meet divine nectar
And at the bank of the river
The maidens of Eden dance and bathe…
I will always sing and rejoice
Singing to the stars
To the joy
To the dreams
To life
And drinking to that love of mine
