And of me say the fools: I entered the lodges of women And never left. And they call for my hanging, Because about the matters of my beloved I, poetry, compose. I never traded Like others...
My voice rings out, this time, from Damascus It rings out from the house of my mother and father In Sham. The geography of my body changes. The cells of my blood become green....
Good morning sweetheart. Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart. It has been two year mother since the boy has sailed on his mythical journey. Since he hid within his luggage...
We are accused of terrorism: if we defended rose and woman and the mighty verse... and the blueness of sky... A dominion... nothing left therein... No water, no air... No tent, no camel,...
I conquer the world with words, conquer the mother tongue, verbs, nouns, syntax. I sweep away the beginning of things and with a new language that has the music of water the message of fire...
In the summer I stretch out on the shore And think of you Had I told the sea What I felt for you, It would have left its shores, Its shells, Its fish, And followed me.
If you are my friend... Help me... to leave you Or if you are my lover... Help me... so I can be healed of you... If I knew.... that the ocean is very deep... I would not have swam......
Light is more important than the lantern, The poem more important than the notebook, And the kiss more important than the lips. My letters to you Are greater and more important than both of us....
Love happened at last, And we entered God's paradise, Sliding Under the skin of the water Like fish. We saw the precious pearls of the sea And were amazed. Love happened at last...
Your love taught me to grieve and I have been in need, for centuries a woman to make me grieve for a woman, to cry upon her arms like a sparrow for a woman to gather my pieces...
She sat with fear in her eyes Contemplating the upturned cup She said "Do not be sad, my son You are destined to fall in love" My son, Who sacrifices himself for his beloved, Is a martyr
The last walls of shame fell, And we rejoiced... And we danced... And we were blessed with the signing of the peace of the cowards... Nothing terrifies us any more. And nothing shames us....
The East receives my songs, some praise, some curse To each of them my gratitude I bear For I've avenged the blood of each slain woman and haven offered her who is in fear. ...
O pupils of Gaza... Teach us... A little of what you have For we have forgotten... Teach us... To be men For we have men... dough they become... Teach us... How the rocks become...
We are accused of terrorism If we dare to write about the remains of a homeland That is scattered in pieces and in decay In decadence and disarray About a homeland that is searching for a place...