There are souls
Those stream at the infatuation moments
The besieged with loneliness moments
They give us overwhelming moment
Of our existence
How to spend this yearning
In the silence unknowns
When the woman flows like a fantasy
Even in the pone
Petting desire’s sorrow
With her joy
Opens kingdoms of light
To make us know
The road to the glory
O forest
Gather your creatures
And come
I want to breathe
There is malaise
The trees do not recognize
Their branches are high enough
To hug the clouds
While I am intoxicated
Vomiting their shadows


Soliman al-Sheikh Husain, 2016-2017. Translation from Arabic Shurouk Hammoud, 2017.
Photo by Daria Gatska.


Shake Hearts column publishes poetry in three languages.