1. Roaming... Searching for his all with some of him
And gathering what his night’s prophecy foretells

2. With a devoted soul unleashed, clearing the passion of a lovesick one
A fire sparked for him so he said to himself

3. What Moses the Interlocutor said to his family
And walked barefoot to the fire/prophecy

4. So that the fire of waiting would be kindled by his shoes
And he saw the beauty, God's poem

5. For which His messengers'erring had begun
So he walked the paths of erring...seeing

6. Nothing but the rhymes troubled by his mount
Roaming like the friend when the dawn of recollection shone

7. And he yearned for his friend
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8. **
From the heart of the palm grove his eyes blazed:

9. The title “Iraq” and its palms
And fate clad him in black as if

10. That fate was a handful of his kohl
He carded the departure and dressed the innocence of steps

11. So his steps flowed and did not betray his carding
In a strangerhood, he and the horse..for so long

12. The horse felt a strangerhood in its foal
The sands clamored upon a swarthy overturning

13. Speaking eloquent the snorts of his horses
The desert glimpsed him in the form of a knight

14. Who crossed hell and came from its horror
Marching in the shadow of kings..and when

15. The truth approached, they marched in his shadow
His poems blazed..and each poem

16. Musters history from its stable
With the awe of the storm..he brandished

17. The sword of gusts and split the belly of sand
Never ceasing to raid time and whenever

18. He extended his steps, he kicked the years with his foot
A specter in the artery of eternity traveling

19. Ever shortening from the distance of ignorance
He is like the orbit a never-ending tale

20. Whose chapter does not return to its origin
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21. **
How the archers lurked behind their arrows

22. Each hanging two accusations on his arrow
They lurked for him in the bow..the bow of their darkness..

23. So he loosened an illuminating arrow from its notch
Whenever he extended the rope of his vision in the horizon of visions

24. A thousand prey were on his rope
His sieve filtered the letters leaving

25. No letter that ornamentation burdens with its load
The splendor of what his hands shook with a feather

26. Like the dawn shook with its first light
He takes the vision in the midst of sorrow

27. Between the recluse of the philosopher and his isolation
Whenever he delved into the unknown realm only to return

28. To the self to carve its image into his own
He struck the soil with the palm of the language that

29. Revealed the vision’s features with its divination
So he saw all kinds of fates

30. And turned away from a fate that grows by his murder
Will poetry his beloved betray him..and who saw

31. Honey embroiled in the betrayal of its bees?!
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32. **
The world whispered to him in a lover's voice:

33. Loving is ordained upon you so perform its rite
So he chose the water for his ablution from a stream

34. Where life stands on the banks of its washing
And there a bride trailing her gown

35. With temptations and flirting with its train
So he approached and leaned upon the bride with desire

36. That gown did not please with its excess
He seized life with all its adornments that

37. Glows, and perfected it with the adornment of his words
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38. **
A guest upon an era dyed with decay

39. Since wars bred in its lineage
His cloak weighed upon him as if

40. It carried the whole weight of history
The stranger leaned on his staff so

41. Vitality hugged his inclination
And he went fortifying his era with traits

42. Poetry endowed with the valor of nobility
In the soil of words he deepened his tillage

43. So all eras flourished through his field
There he dwells amidst flowers never

44. Ceasing to wander between his lily and his rose
A universe gleamed in the features of a being

45. And its elements melted into his solution
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46. **
Oh you who burns words into a talisman

47. Whose letter's incense spread around it
In poetry existence celebrates the tale of the -

48. Genesis..so enter into the galaxy of its feast
For (I) is like (You)..I grew tired of my futility

49. In understanding the key to existence and its lock
And I returned to reap the grass of your disappointment that

50. Never ceased to tempt creators to eat it
Indeed madness, when it saw you as its father

51. Still grants me the identity of its son
Misery to manhood if it compromises its conscience

52. And is troubled by the wretched and his child!!
So I am the wanderer in the abyss’ erring

53. Between the passion of my blood and the lack of its action
Perplexed, pricked by suspicion whenever

54. Caravans of its ants crept into my mind
My tune an echo's extension of a fallen fetus

55. From its secret throne when it was severed
Never ceasing to fascinate me is the question so it led me

56. Like (the Samaritan) to worship his (calf)
Which of the obsessions in the unknown did you appoint

57. And grasp from the mountain of the unknown its (deity)?!
Which of the obsessions in rhetoric did you inseminate

58. And escape the grasp of time and its smoothness?!
Which of the obsessions - since a thousand griefs -

59. Remained dedicated in your name to its occupation?!
Heading to the utmost beauty and the horizon−

60. Of a language courted by beauty through its connection
The question leaps at your call whenever

61. The question mounted the saddle of its solution
And meaning experiences you the fertility of a season

62. Between the wandering of imagination and its conception
And the sand seeks its identity that

63. Was gnawed by the fangs of its haven
So you gathered around you a nation of letters

64. You rode in ink the bravery of its flood
And you went invading the map dreaming

65. That the sand reclaims the touch of its embrace
But the desert was harsh to you with its embers

66. So for meaning you provided shade with your shadow!
Lighten upon yourself the dream’s weight of a poem..

67. How excessive your dream was in its weight!
The horses of Rome failed you so they did not tread

68. Your haven in the mountain of rhetoric and its plain
And a dagger attacked you from your cousin’s fist

69. Drunk when loyalty was never stabbed with its like
It is another riddah whose mirage arose

70. And there a Musaylimah eager with his sword
And the fraud pounding the hearing of space

71. From every apostate beating his drum
They killed you so the story gives birth to itself

72. And the echo of the hubbub repeats the tale of its stallion!