و أدخل سوقا و التسوق دافعي
و أخرج منها لا اشتريتُ و لا بعتُ
And I enter a market, driven by the urge to shop,
And leave it having neither bought nor sold.
و ما ذاك أني لا نقود بحوزتي
و لكنَّ نفسي تشتهي ما الذي عفْتُ
It is not that I have no money in my possession,
Yet my soul desires what I had spurned.
هل خبا نجم الكتاب الورقي
؟
أم لدينا نحوه ميلٌ بقي؟
Has the star of the paper book grown dim,
Or does some inclination toward it remain within us?
عنكبوت النت قد زاحمه
زحمة صار بها و هْو شقي
The spider of the Internet has crowded it out,
A crowding that has left it wretched.
لم يزل في كهف رف قابعا
لإله الخلق يشكو ما لقي
It still crouches in the cave of a shelf,
Complaining to the God of creation of what it has suffered.
بالكتاب الغرب للعز ارتقى
بينما مهمله لم يرتق
Through the book, the West rose to glory,
While whoever neglected it did not rise.
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في مقلة العود أمسى يسبح السهر
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In the oud’s eye, sleeplessness spent the evening swimming,
و استوعب الليل عنه اللحن و القمر
و في الوجود سرت رناته نفسا
And from it the night absorbed melody and moon.
Through existence, its resonances coursed like a soul,
هفا له الغاب وجدا و انتشى السحر
The forest yearned for it in passion, and daybreak grew ecstatic.
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