Poem by Munir Mezyed

Poem by Munir Mezyed

 

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I see what cannot be seen of the greatest signs of charm
I see eleven birds, and a snow white dove
I see them dancing around a poem sleeping in my voice
At the very unexpected moment
I see a woman with sparkles on her face coming out of the poem
Taking off rainbows and collars of nostalgia from her flesh
When she speaks, the fragrance of musk emanates from her mouth
And imagination gets thirsty, overwhelmed with lust.

 

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إِنِّي أَرَىٰ مَا لَا يُرَىٰ مِنْ آيَاتِ ٱلسِّحْرِ ٱلْكُبْرَىٰ

أَرَىٰ أَحَدَ عَشَرَ طَائِرًا وَحَمَامًةً بَيْضَاءَ مِنْ غَيْرِ سُوءٍ

أَرَاهُمْ يَرْقُصُونَ حَوْلَ ٱلْقَصِيدَةِ ٱلنَّائِمَةِ فِي صَوْتِي

وَفِي لَحْظَةِ افْتِتَانٍ

أَرَىٰ امْرَأَةً يَتَهَلَّلُ وَجْهُهَا تَخْرُجُ مِنَ ٱلْقَصِيدَةِ

تَخْلَعُ عَنْ جَسَدِهَا أَقْواسَ ٱلْمَطَرِ وَأَطْوَاقَ ٱلْحَنِينِ

وَإِذَا َنَطَقَتْ تَضَوَّعَ ٱلْمِسْكُ مِنْ فَمِهَا وَاِنتَشَر

تَعَطَّشَ ٱلْخَيَالُ وَأَدْرَكَهُ ٱلشَّبَقُ

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