Cleopatra & the Last Dance ( كِلْيُوبَاتْرا وَٱلرَّقْصَةُ ٱلْأَخِيرَةُ) /  Poem by Munir Mezyed

Poem by Munir Mezyed

 

Cleopatra & the Last Dance

In the soil of imagination
The tree of dreams is fruitful with the chirping of a secretive sky
In which slumber yearning for a mysterious dream grows
It persists to wipe the dust from the wounded tale

It is time, my love to pray
To pray together in the presence of the dry leaves
And to let the word shed its ideas as teardrops
It might be able to quench the thirst of life for tears as it desires
And to let it savor the nectar sprinkled with pepper
From the soul that got burnt by the abundance of sins

We should not let darkness nest in the odes
So that the fertile word would not become barren

The sky is curving too fast around the body of the suicidal Queen
I see her voice yelling in my heart:
I am the Queen, the owner of charm and talismans
God gave me kingship and femininity
And taught me how to hunt kings and princes
And I am the one who makes magic kneel before me
I can easily seduce and tempt whatever I desire
If you desire to take my body, you will have to take it dead

With my free spirit
I can find everything I desire in the gardens of Unseen
Even the face of God

Habibati
In the virgin light covered with the snow of memories
The naked bodies of desire embrace each other
Keep talking about the springs of passion
Thus I see you flying to the exiled sky in my voice
Your lips that shine with the impetuosity of love
Think of the warm of snow
And see me sparkling in the water of their imagination as a poem of cherry and milk
Thus I pour you a cup of milk from the unseen, mixed with the fire of myths

In a channel dug by the impetuosity of love to connect the beginning with the end
The vessels of imagination loaded with longings sail towards fires and drowning
I see myself listening to the whispers of light that bathes in your breathes
Breathing the fragrance of vision and kindling the temptation of plowing in your luscious body

Habibati a very attractive woman arising out of blue odes
Fraught with soft singing that soothes the frenzy of the sea
She dreams of flying in the eternal water
And hopes to sprinkle her luxurious fragrance over my verses

Habibati, I am the last dance of life around the fire of poetry
I want to steal the fire from the obsessed Gods whenever I desire
And to dissolve the dark icy mountings at the bottom of the poem
And with the blue word, I desire to bring the dead butterflies and sparrows back to life
And make them immortal
I want to make the water talk and teach it all the names
And to make the light be obsessed with nostalgia and let it drink the hallucination of colors
I want to turn the poem into a Goddess to recreate the world again as I desire

It is the dream, my love, that wet with mysteries
Takes us to the depth of tthe unseen in order to see the miracle as firewood for the azure poetry
Life is not more than a woman from fire in a watery dream
And death is an old woman who does not stop having sex with darkness

 

كِلْيُوبَاتْرا وَٱلرَّقْصَةُ ٱلْأَخِيرَةُ

منير مزيد

فِي تُرَابِ ٱلْخَيَالِ
شَجَرَةُ ٱلْأَحْلَامِ ٱلْمُثْمِرَةُ بِزَقْزَقَةِ ٱلسَّمَاءِ
وَيَنْمُو فِيْهَا ٱلنُّعَاسُ ٱلْمُتَلَهِّفُ لِلحُلمِ
تَأْبَىٰ إِلَّا أَنْ تَمْسَحَ ٱلْغُبَارَ عَنْ جُرْحِ ٱلْحِكَايَةِ

تَتَقَّوَّسُ ٱلسَّمَاءُ بِسُرْعَةٍ حَوْلَ جَسَدِ ٱلْمَلِكَةِ ٱلْمُنْتَحِرَةِ
إِنِّي أَرَىٰ صَوتَهَا يَصْرُخُ فِي قَلْبِي
أَنَا ٱلْمَلِكَةُ صَاحِبَةُ ٱلْمَفَاتِنِ وَٱلْطَلاَسِمِ
آتَانِيَ ٱللَّهُ ٱلْمُلْكَ وَالْأُنُوثَةَ وَعَلِّمْنِي اِصْطِيادَ ٱلْمُلُوكِ وَٱلْأُمَرَاءِ
أُرَكِّعُ ٱلسِّحْرَ وَأُغَوِّي مَا أَشَاءُ كَمَا أَشَاءُ
وَإِنْ أَرَدْتُمْ أَنْ تَأْخُذُوا جَسَدِي فَلَنْ تَأْخُذُوهُ إِلَّا مَيْتًا
بِرُوحِي ٱلْحُرَّةِ
يُمْكِنُنِي إِيجَادُ كُلِّ شَيْءٍ فِي حَدَائِقِ ٱلْغَيْبِ
حَتَّىٰ وَجْهِ ٱللَّهِ

فِي ٱلضَّوْءِ ٱلعُذْرِيِّ ٱلْمُغطًّىٰ بِثُلُوجِ ٱلذِّكْرَياتِ
تَتَعَانَقُ أَجْسَادُ ٱلْحَنِينِ ٱلْعَارِيَةُ
تُسْهِبُ فِي ٱلْحَدِيثٍ عَنْ يَنَابِيعِ ٱلّعِشْقِ
أَرَىٰ حَبِيبَتِي تَطِيرُ إِلَىٰ السَّمَاءِ ٱلْمَنْفِيَّةِ فِي صَوْتِي
شِفَاهُهَا ٱللاَّمِعَةُ بِنَزَقِ ٱلْحُبِّ تُفَكِّرُ فِي ٱلثَّلْجِ ٱلدَافِئِ
وَتَرَانِي أَتَرَقْرَقُ فِي مِيَاهِ خَيَالِهَا قَصِيدَةً مِنَ ٱلْحَلِيبِ وَٱلْكَرَزِ
فَأَسْكُبُ لَهَا كَأْسًا مِنْ حَلِيبِ ٱلْغَيْبِ مَمْزُوجٍ بِنَارِ ٱلْأَسَاطِيرِ

حَبِيبَتِي
فِي قَنَاةٍ شَقَّهَا نَزَقُ ٱلْحُبِّ لِرَبْط ٱلْبَدَايَةِ بِٱلنِّهَايَةِ
تُبْحِرُ سُفُنُ ٱلْخَيَالِ ٱلْمُحمَّلَةُ بِٱلْأَشْواقِ نَحْوَ ٱلْحَرَائِقِ وَٱلْغَرَقِ
أَرَانِي أَسْتَمِعُ إِلَىٰ خَرِيرِ ٱلضَّوْءِ ٱلَّذِي يَسْتَحِمُّ فِي أَنْفَاسِكِ
أتَنَفَّسُ عِطْرَ ٱلرُّؤْيَةِ وَأُشْعِلُ غَوَايةَ ٱلْحَرْثِ فِي جَسَدِكِ ٱلشَّهِيِّ

حَبِيبَتِي اِمْرَأةٌ حَسْنَاءُ تَخْرُجُ مِنَ ٱلْقَصَائِدِ ٱللاَّزَوَرْدِيَّةِ
مَمْلُوءَةً بِغِنَاءٍ رَفيفٍ يُهَدِّئُ هَيَجَانَ ٱلْبَحْرِ
تَحْلُمُ بِٱلطَّيَرَانِ فِي مِيَاه ٱلْأَبَدِيَّةِ
وَتُطْمَعُ أَنْ تَسْكُبَ دَقَائِقَ عِطْرِهَا ٱلْمَجِيدِ عَلَىٰ قَصَائِدِي

أَنَا يَا حَبِيبَتِي رَقْصَةُ ٱلْحَيَاةِ ٱلْأَخِيرَةُ حَوْلَ نِيرَانِ ٱلشِّعْرِ
أُرِيدُ أَنْ أَسْرِقَ النَّارَ مِنَ الْآلِهَةِ ٱلْهَوْسَاءِ مَتَىٰ أَشَاءُ
وَأَنْ أُذَوِّبَ جِبَالَ ٱلظُّلُمَاتِ ٱلْجَلِيدِيَّةِ فِي قَاعِ ٱلْقَصِيْدَةِ
وبِٱلْكَلِمَةِ الزَّرْقَاءِ أُحْيِي كُلَّ ٱالْعَصَافِيرِ وَٱلْفَرَاشَاتِ ٱلْمَيْتَةِ
وَأُخَلِّدُهَا
أُرِيدُ أَنْ أَجْعَلَ ٱلْمَاءَ يَتَكَلَّمُ وَيَنْطِقُ ٱلْأَسْمَاءَ كُلَّهَا
وَٱلضَّوْءَ يَتَهَوَّسُ وَيَشْرَبُ هَذَيَانِ ٱلْأَلْوَانِ
وَأَنْ أَجْعَلَ مِنَ ٱلْقَصِيْدَةِ إِلَهَةً تُعِيدُ ٱلْخَلْقَ مِنْ جَدِيدٍ

إِنَّهُ ٱلْحُلْمُ يَا حَبِيبَتِي ٱلْمُبَلَّلُ بِٱلْأَلْغَازِ
يَأْخُذنَا إِلَىٰ عُمْقِ ٱلْغَيْبِ لِرُؤْيَةِ ٱلْمُعْجِزَةِ حَطَبًا لِنَارِ ٱلشِّعْرِ ٱللاَّزَوَرْدِيِّ
وَمَا ٱلْحَيَاةُ إِلَّا اِمْرَأَةٌ مِنْ ٱلنَّارِ فِي حُلْمٍ مَائِيٍّ
وَٱلْمَوْتُ اِمْرَأَةٌ عَجُوزٌ لَا تَكُفُّ عَنْ مُضَاجَعَةِ ٱلظُّلُمَاتِ

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