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تسجيلAn Attempt at Isolation
Feb 11, 2021 04:16 PM Feb 11, 2021 04:16 PM
1 After my friends and brothers Dropped in the sea of hate, I got into my boat Traveling up to the lake of my blood. 2 After uncountable disasters, I reached myself and settled in. I was as delighted as a corpse With its new grave. 3 Thus, I have sat in myself To guard myself. In order not to forget What has been done to me, I have put a spear at my door, And spotted it with my blood. I have made out of mud a head like mine. I have put it on the spear and wept, Wept until my soul flowed out Then, I brought my soul back to the head. 4 Every morning I submissively kneel before the head To say : “Good morning, Head! You are heavy with sorrow and letters.” The head replies very calmly: “Good morning, owner of happy isolation!”
الكاتب: أديب كمال الدين
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