DAMASCUS POEMS

THE WORLD MIRROR / SHAKE HEARTS
8.7.2017

 

I think while going to Damascus
Does the jasmine which I used to
Scent out with
Still wants to give me its blossoms
I did not think the poor jasmine
Has been died

 

 

On her tired forehand
Longing bird
Has built his last nest

 

 

On your bed
Fear builds a kingdom of splits
And there is no bandage

 

 

On the bed of your exhalation
Your low one
Listening lies down
The soul’s roses revive
In the body’s grunts
In your hand’s wide palm

 

 

In Damascus
Love is haunt by insomnia
And the disciple yammers
O Jesus
O love messenger
Are not you around?!
To wipe off the jasmine tears
Churches are waiting
Do not leave our blood
On the cross wood

 

 

Poems Soliman al-Sheikh Husain, 2016-2017. Translation from Arabic Shurouk Hammoud, 2017.

Shake hearts column publishes poetry in three languages. Painting by Raed Zeno.