For you is the absence my lady
For you is the absence my lady
Poet: moaen shalabia
Exiled in the wild jungles of the sea
Inhabited by fire
When the music and the blue night
Breathe heavily in your desires for journeys
The clouds of sadness burn in your eyes
And you write in silence:
The goddess of love has abandoned me
My place of exile has scattered me
O land of martyrdom
And magnanimity
And tribulations
I have wasted my life
What is between the rites of banishment
And the midday heat of words
To bury my heart
In the lands of light
In the pools of the free soul
How beastly is this sadness!
She said…
She plunged into the planes of sand
She was welcoming, running
She was naked under the rains
Burning with Sufi love
Obscured with rising waves from her eyes
With the radiant, rosy dream
In the secret of resurrection
The music of the night bursts forth
The pain of the flutes penetrates deeply into my voice
I see from the window of the sea
The mirror of broken time
And the coldness of forgotten knocks
What is between the ruins of this abandoned body
And what is between the demise of life and my poetry
She desires her frivolous exile
Taverns of originality and my silence
Blazing in me is the return of passions
I see her behind the veils of my magic world
She pours down between death and the sacred unseen
I whisper in her eyes:
You have the absence
On her braids I leaned
I was absent in the remote vastness
For you is the absence my lady
And the absence is my homeland.
