Poem of poems
The birds have found refuge upon our dome;
and in the sacred hearth, muzzled, they coo softly.
Here is the green creature,
And Al Haram and the Wailing Wall
and the thirsty ones swaying their arms
like clouds lowering their veils,
the walls shield you
and the bird never rests.
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Turn me away
I intend neither deceit nor anger.
O guide, do you beg me to erase your fury?
Kneel For Truth
Slap away the fortune of exile,
then spread the word,
What gleams within the shadows reveals itself,
Infinity to unity,
savor the essence,
disclose to me the enigma of divine choice
and ponder for a moment,
whether prostration to a sacred ideal is deemed
transgression or not
Infinity to unity,
savor from the essence, then proclaim the news,
I await with longing the union with this sacred essence
A wanderer beside rushing streams,
a harbinger of truth for ages,
Ever a servant to the radiant path,
transcending the brilliance of the world,
now echo the sacred verses with me
Lift me beyond my musings unto the heavens,
then nourish me with the sacred utterances of Allah,
shield me from madness in the fiery gaze of the watchers,
and enkindle my being like al-Hallaj
We are kin in our grasp,
kin in our burdens,
Yet the youth soar higher than we ever could,
I am not of the flock, hence my consciousness rebels
I despise translated poetry,
Infinity to unity,
savor from the essence, at times it suffices,
So stand and kneel for the truth,
then reiterate the disliked words until they resonate,
I yearn to embody this divine power.
Danza Del Ventre
A mating precipitated destiny.
Blue prestige sheds little light;
He rebelled, stood up, and left.
For them, it's allowed for the eloquent.
Twilight enveloped them, thirsty, drinking their own water.
It inevitably struck among the careful.
What would happen without it...?
And passion dominates.
The scratch stuck. He broke and bent.
It came and led to violets.
The science of the invisible.
Farada
Raining lava,
Eating away what it crosses.
In the shape of an ox’s horns.
In the heaviness of a military costume,
Solely facing the judge in the final court,
In a flaming entrance inside my own hell.
By ourselves,
Individuals,
Robots.
The heat of loneliness,
Cellphones are pieces of wasted metal,
Readers of Burda,
Keepers of temperature.
By ourselves,
Individuals,
Robots.