Like doors
Closed on the child’s secrets
Stained with losses…
That key which time has forgotten
In the coat of your soul
Is now rusty
Like the tree
Sparrows hides in the branches of your soul
Urging dreams to blossom
Like the earth
You are never satisfied without wounds
You never bloom without ax
Like snow
Grief of travelers in their whiteness
Black is a contentious fetus
Whose wings never grow up
Outside the womb of seductive light
Like the road
There lies at the heart of chilliness
The lonely alien
Wrapping himself with the blaze of leaving
Like the cloud
It rains tears
To grow the seed down deep in the darkness
And quench the dream of a boy
Whose laughter was scattered once upon a sin
Like the window
Migratory birds
Steal your secrets
To warm themselves
In the autumn of life
Like the sky
Your gates swarm with tales ...
When its ever-closed secrets blossom
To the prophets of the aborted visions
Dawn’s firstborn songs flow down.
Like names
Your mirth dribbles the child
Perfumed with melancholy
Braiding linen out of the fugitive dots of
Rebellious letters.
Like oases
Your arms are plaits of joy
And your laughter is a desert of heavenly longing,
Mazes for the thirsty.
Translated by Mohamed Saïd Raïhani
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