Will of the Letter

Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen




When the letter sits opposite you,

Do not speak before he starts speaking.

Listen to him when he speaks,

Weep when he moans,

Kiss his bright forehead

When he kisses your forehead

That is covered with dust.

When he sings

You must stand up to dance.

So the letter will be your flute

And your white bird soaring in the blue sky.

When the letter burns with death and love-

And the letter frequently burns with death and love-  

Put your finger to your lips

As a sign of silence,

And start writing the poem above the water.


وصيّة حروفيّة : شعر : أديب كمال الدين


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