Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen
The sea is a cruel father
Who deliberately frightens me with a knife.
The sea is false dates
And vague signals of glow and moaning.
The sea is blazing wars
And people deserting homelands
Sleeping naked at night like fish.
The sea is poems
Examining their palms by the fire
To realize the secret of my youth.
The sea is women, taking off the cuffs
Dancing at a mythical down
The song of the drowning boats
And the captain's moan.
They whisper like crystal
I, the enchanted child, rise up
I grope the waist of sand and the mounds of mud.
The sea is a myth.
The spirit's bunches have fallen
In the middle of the waves.
The love words have fallen and the grass has roved.
The hours have disappeared.
You have not brought me the sea pearls
As people have brought.
What a disappointment!
You have come to me with poor man's eyes,
A prophet's speech,
And a song saying:
The sea is an everlasting blood bleeding
From a god's wound.
The sea is a father,
Will slay me with a knife!
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