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تسجيلThe Orphan
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Oh! The dream, the dream! My sturdy gilded wagon Has broken down Its wheels have scattered like gypsies everywhere. One night I dream of spring And when I woke Flowers had covered my pillow. I dreamt once of the sea And in the morning My bed was full of shells and fins of fishes But when I dreamt of freedom Spears were surrounding my neck Like the morning halo. From now on you will not find me In ports or among trains But there … in public libraries Falling asleep over the maps of the world (As the orphan sleeps on the pavement) Where my lips touch more than one river And my tears stream From continent to continent. ______________ translated by May Jayyusi and John Heath-Stubbs, from Modern Arabic Poetry: An Anthology, edited by Salma Khadra Jayyusi. - 1987 - Columbia University Press.
الكاتب: محمد الماغوط
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