Hasnaa Al-Qasid
By Yasmine Abdel Salam Harmoush
(Lebanon)
I searched
In the city market
About the coat
He covers my intention
But he didn't cover it
The charms of her beauty
Her legs were
Longer than a winter night
Her steps are quicker
From the heartbeat
Graceful rhymes
Strut like a beauty
I will carry you from between
Loin of balconies
And I will fly with you like a feather
Softer than the breeze
And I hear you words
Not like words
I will squeeze your letters
In the Alphabet Cup
I give you a toast to life
I will give you medicine
He cures my illness
Mute languages
I will pick pomegranate blossoms from you
And plant it in an orchard
Fayrouz singing
And pour the scent of roses
On the banks of your mouth
Let the fragrance of passion emanate
Of the qualities of your hair
And it pours out drop by drop
In a bottle filled with air
What a whisper he is jealous of
Playing flutes
I will pour ink on you
In the Poets' Wheel
So my ulcer is good
In the letters of Baha
And whenever you violate
The Ten Commandments
I'll punish you with a hug
The fountain pen breaks
Scatters the verses
So you become a pity for poetry
And when you are mine
In prolongation, verbosity
There is redundancy in the increase
I will free your braids
And he took you away
We sway together
With the wild wind
Our hair flows
With the swimming waves
We collect the ha and the ba
From the sky dictionary
We roam
In the regions of space
we sit
Around a starry fireplace
We chat
With dust particles
And just before a nap
Magic blinked
We accept the furrows of the moon
We fall asleep in light dormitories
We seek refuge under the quilt of the abyss
Without whispering and night whispers.