لستُ أَحْفَلُ بالمتاهَةِ..

The meaning catches you

The poem surrounds you

Then it escapes towards what the memory of events is accustomed to

And whenever you fence a memory, the distant one catches you

Take from your shadows your feeble fear

And take the ember of your potential

For shadows are betrayed by a wandering body

And if you carve the skins of your life in the pure wilderness

Take a homeland;

For life is in the hands of

the unseen, I accompanied you, O song

And I was in you, evading the ancient chaos

Or I evade another who throws stones of prophecy into the baskets

So why do you leave me alone, O song?!

I will break the chains of the whisper that clung to the grains of the winds

And I will take refuge in the door, the locks, and the lame houses

For the whisper will be carried by the mail

I will say to the pain that is stationed:

I was more familiar with the maze

Before the maze entered our nightly path

Then I will say to the pain that is stationed:

I am no longer more familiar with the maze

After the seeker has disbelieved

And tomorrow, if you cast your music into a desolate desert

Reflect on your hoarse voice in the sorrow of the violin

And your hoarse voice in the rhythm of a song

And recite what the sad one attempts and what the happy one attempts

And take off your shoes before you step on the stairs

Perhaps in the inspiration of your correct ladder there is fragility

Or perhaps in the inspiration of your correct ladder there is monotony

In both cases, the stairs of the dead sway and do not sway.