Sit for a moment
Could you?
Because the issue is bigger than you .. And bigger than me ..
As you know ..
And what was between you and me ..
Is not Iike writing on the face of water
But it was a great big thing ..
Like this sky
How a moment of weakness
We want to assassinate the sky? ..
Could you sit for another five minutes?
Because there are a lot of things in the heart ..
And a great sadness ..
It is not easy to kill the passions in moments
And throw your love in the trash ..
Because a legacy of love .. And poetry .. And sadness ..
And bread .. And salt .. And tobacco .. And memories
Surrounding us from all sides
So please think a little about what you are doing
The issue ..
Is bigger than you .. And bigger than me ..
As you know ..
But I feel now that tension is not a cure
For what we are in. ..
And the dove is not the path of certainty
And the small affairs between you and me ..
Would not die so easily
And the feelings can not be changed like beautiful dresses ..
I’m not trying to change your mind ..
The decision, of course, is yours ..
But I feel now that your roots stretch in the heart,
To the left and to the right ..
So how could we break the siege of the birds, and the sea,
And the summer, and the jasmine ..
And how can we cut in two seconds?
A tape we yarned in decades ..
- I will pour a glass for myself ..
- And you?
I remembered that you do not drink ..
I am not against you leaving .. But ..
I think that the sky is cloudy ..
I’m worried about you getting wet
What bothers you about sitting?
Till the rain stops ..
What bothers you?
If you place a little bit of eyeliner over your eyelids ..
You cried a lot ..
And still, despite the mixing of your tears with the eyeliner, your face looks
Like the moon ..
I am not against you leave ..
But ..
I have a suggestion that we read now a little of poetry.
Hoping that a bit of poetry would break this boredom ..
… You say you are not impressed by my poetry!!
I will accept this new challenge ..
With chilleness .. With fineness
And remember you ..
How much you used to celebrate with my poetry ..
And embrace my letters morning and evening ..
And I laugh ..
From the whims of women ..
So I hope you Madam could sit
The issue is bigger than you .. And bigger than me ..
As you know ..
Are you still angry?
So forgive me ..
Because you are my heart’s darling after all ..
I will refuse that I acted like all men
With some roughness ..
And some vanity ..
So is that enough to cut all the bridges?
And burn all the trees ..
I’m not trying to change the trial and change the destiny ..
But I feel like now ..
That uprooting you from the nerve of the heart is difficult ..
And the execution of your love is difficult ..
And your passion is difficult
And hating you is difficult ..
And killing you is a distant dream ..
So don’t declare war ..
The beauties do not excel at fighting ..
And do not fire at the right,
And the left ..
Because is the end ..
You can’t assassinate all men ..
You can’t assassinate all men ..

In order to regain my health
And my words’ health
And get out of the pollution belt
Surrounding my heart
Because the land without you
Is a big lie ..
And a rotten apple ….

In order to enter into the religion of the Jasmine
And defend the civilization of hair …
And the blueness of the sea …
And the greenness of the woods…

I want to love you
In order to stop worrying ..
It is still okay ..
It is still okay ..
The fish of poetry that swim in my blood
It is still okay …

I want to love you ..
In order to get rid of my dryness ..
And my saltness ..
And the calcification of my fingers ..
And colorful butterflies
And my ability to cry …

I want to love you
In order to recall the details of our Damascene house
Room by room …
Pavement by pavement ..
Dove by dove ..
And speak to fifty plate arabian Jasmine.
Like the goldsmith when he reviews

I want to love you, madame
At the time ..
Where love becomes disabled ..
And the language handicapped..
And the poetry books, handicapped ..
No trees able to stand on its feet
Nor birds able to use their wings.
Nor Stars able to navigate ….
I want to love you ..
Of gazelles of freedom ..
And the last message
Of the lovers
And the last poem being hanged
Written in Arabic …

I want to love you ..
Before a fascist decree is issued
I want to have a cup of coffee with you ..
I want to sit with you .. For two minutes
Before the secret police withdraw the chairs beneath us ..
And want to hug you ..
Before they arrest my mouth .. And my arms
I want to cry between your hands
Before they impose a tax
On my tears …
I want to love you, madame
And change the calendars
And rename the months and days
And adjust the hours of the world ..
To the rhythm of your steps
And the smell of your perfume ..
Entering the cafe ..
Before you ..
I love you, Madam
In defense of the right of the horses ..
To neigh as they want ..
The right of women .. To choose their knights
As they like ..
The right of the tree to change their leaves
And the right of peoples to change their rulers
Whenever they want ….

I want to love you ..
In order to return to Beirut its severed head
And to its sea, its blue coat
And to its poets .. their burned books
I want to return
To Tchaikovsky .. his white swan
And Paul .. Paris keys
Van Gogh .. his Sunflower
Aragon .. Elza eyes
To Qais Ibn Al Moulawah ..
Leila’s combs ….

I want you to be my lover
So the poem could beat …
The gun with the muffler ..
And the students could beat
And the Rose could beat ..
And the libraries could beat ..
The weapon factories …

I want to love you ..
So I can get back the things that look like me
And the trees that used to follow me ..
And the cats which used to scratch me
And the writings .. That was writing me ..
I want .. To open all the drawers
Where my mother was hiding
Her wedding ring ..
And her chaplet from Al Hijaz ..
That she was keeping ..
Since the day I was born ..

Everything ma’am
Was into a coma
The satelites
Triumphed on the moon poets
And the computers
Excelled at singing the songs ..
And Pablo Neruda …
I want to love you, madame ..
Before my heart becomes ..
A spare part sold in pharmacies
Because hearts doctors in Cleveland
Make wholesale hearts
Like the shoes are made ….

Madam sky, became sessile ..
And the clouds very high..
Lounging on the asphalt ..
And Plato’s Republic.
The Code of Hammurabi.
And the commandments of the prophets.
And the words of poets.
Became below sea level
That is why the magicians and astrologers advised me,
And Sufi sheikhs ..
To love you ..
So the sky could rise a little ….