I am dying to by Laila Hasan Translated by Sihem Hammouda Reviewed by Mohamad Amin Chami/ Syrian and liberal arab writers union magazine Magazine head editor mohamad ahmed khalifa

I am dying to
Giving me a ride along the poem
To being the story  the events of which you draw,
I am dying to
Entrusting  me to your notebook,
Your eyes being my haven and you my interpreter  ,
Me gathering beams in a cluster
I challenge you to heed me not .

I am longing to
Sitting  at your dining table,
Filling your glass with water until it touches its lips
You might get drunk or overcome your thirst.
I am dying to
Melting with your window glass,
Drawing on my cheek a dewy heart
That would immerse with the first water drop or I would .
I am dying to
Tasting  the sweetness of your coffee cup,
Your coffee is bitter but disparity I love.
I am dying to
Walking past you,
To flirt with the chime of my ankle bracelet
That under my feet sand grains would never be smashed.
I am burning with longing so might be you
But words are too aloof
To embrace the lines.

I am dying to
Giving me a ride along the poem
To being the story  the events of which you draw,
I am dying to
Entrusting  me to your notebook,
Your eyes being my haven and you my interpreter  ,
Me gathering beams in a cluster
I challenge you to heed me not .

I am longing to
Sitting  at your dining table,
Filling your glass with water until it touches its lips
You might get drunk or overcome your thirst.
I am dying to
Melting with your window glass,
Drawing on my cheek a dewy heart
That would immerse with the first water drop or I would .
I am dying to
Tasting  the sweetness of your coffee cup,
Your coffee is bitter but disparity I love.
I am dying to
Walking past you,
To flirt with the chime of my ankle bracelet
That under my feet sand grains would never be smashed.
I am burning with longing so might be you
But words are too aloof
To embrace the lines.
اشتاق للشاعرة ليلى حسن

أشتاق
 أن تقودني فوق القصيدة
أكون أنا الحكاية ..وتكون أنت السطور
أشتاق
أن أراق فوق أوراقك
أختبئ في عينيك وتقرأني
أجمع الضوء في بؤرة
وأتحداك أن تتجاهلني
أشتاق
أن أجلس فوق طاولة طعامك
أسكب الماء على شفتي كأسك
قد تثمل أو تتجاهل ظمأك
أشتاق
أن التصق على زجاج نافذتك
ترسم على خدي قلبا من ندى
قد ينصهر مع اول قطرة ماء وقد أنصهر أنا
أشتاق
أن أتذوق السكر من فنجانك
قهوتك مرة ..وانا احب تناقض الأشياء
أشتاق
ان امر امامك
تتغزل برنة خلخالي
فلا ينكسر الرمل تحت أقدامي
اشتاق وقد تشتاق أنت أيضا
وتبقى الكلمات بعيدة
 لم تلامس السطر .
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تم بواسطة / سمر لاشين