An Attempt at Magic
Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen
In a July noon,
I sat under the suns tooth.
The heat crushed me until
My clothes, heart, and fingers got wet.
And two tears dropped from my eyes.
By providential power,
They turned into two magicians.
Then, another two tears dropped.
The magicians became four.
They encircled me quietly
And asked in deep voices:
Why are you crying?
(The sun tired me.
And the sight of beauty agonized my heart.
I am a damned deprived man tortured by hunger.
Here the bread is soaked in blood.
The Euphrates River made me heavy with repentance.(
The first magician said:
I come from India .
I can dress you with gold clothes.
The second said:
I come from nowhere .
I can make you fly from a cloud to a cloud.
The third said:
I come from Aad and Thamuud .
I can give you the secret of lust.
The fourth said :
I come from China .
I can make the dream a portal to certainty.
( Hurry up,hurry up .
Deprivation has buried me
Like an earthquake buried an army
Of one thousand knights .(
On the next day
I sat dressed in gold clothes.
Under my foot was a little cloud,
And a woman sweeter than honey
With fingers that could make a dream
-Any dream - a portal to certainty.
But when the sun
Got to the middle of the sky,
The threads of gold melted
So my clothes looked shabby.
And the little cloud melted
So my foot looked ugly.
And the honey woman melted
So my lips tasted as bitter as poison.
The palm of the dream melted
And changed into skeletons fingers
So I cried :
(My tears, my brothers,
And my friends,
Where are you ?
Where are your secrets and signals(?
The four magicians hushed.
But the fourth one pitied my heart,
Broken like a blind mans mirror, and said:
Do you want stability rather than instability"?
(Yes) I said.
There would be no way to reach this state,
Unless you touch something of our souls.
The three magicians nodded.
Then, the first one rose stark naked
And said Tormented man!
We would give you our letters.
Deprived man!We would teach you our dots,
But we would be afraid
If you learned them,
You would mock at gold
And gold clothes,
You would mock at the countries,
At the breasts and legs,
At the dreams.
Then, you would become like us
And naked forever.
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