Poem by Mahmoud Said Kawash
A COINCIDENCE OR A SHOT WITHOUT A SHOOTER?
That day I did what I did not plan to do
With all my madness, stubbornness and rebellion
I scattered my fragrance and the breeze of my affection
That day I preferred something that you showed me
Purposely and previously planned or accidently
But it was tasteful, useful and good to me
With all patience and flirtation of a loving heart
I drew orchards and fields of grandeur and sadness
Then with longing groans I recited the verses of love
And chanted hymns of happiness, hope and optimism
Then I threw myself towards you
That day my heart was flying seeking meadows
Looking for a fragrance in which hope would revive
Every whisper of mine sought to the verses of magic and adoration
And everything remained fine until the surprise happened
When my boat crashed on the rubble of a painful song
And my heart became wounded, disappointed and desperate
Oh my fools, oh!!
How did I wake up from my dream while I was not yet eighteen
How could I mature again after that day, how?
How could I dream of a ship, a sail and an anchor
When all my scents have been burned
And their aromas dried out among the incense burners?
The painful talking was silently cutting the links of the heart
As I stared at the features of your face and listened to your warm, even burning whispers!!
Was it a coincidence or a shot without a shooter?
Or you see it as a fabrication of a day in which no one is to be blamed?!
God knows, the one who alone knows
Glory be to God in the highest and peace on earth