Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen




The sun wants to spend the night

In the club of planets and stars

But he is afraid to be delayed

And will not shine tomorrow on his schedule.

The moon wants to fly high

Out of her decreed orbit

But she is afraid to fall in the black holes.

 The lover wants to invoke his beloved

From the depths of forgetfulness

But he is afraid that when she comes,

The past comes with her

And its ghosts and its lighting knives

Through the darkness.

The river wants to return to his people

But he is afraid of thieves:

Thieves who have stood as lookouts for him

At the borders of nature.

The poet wants to write his new poem

But he is afraid that its price is

His hand that does not master but love

And his head that lives passionately

In the Sufi isolation.



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