Sol 6

  1. ،

    He spreads gold dust over the earth

    and widens it with kisses.

  2. ،

    He comes,

    his inner being haunted by worries; he dozes

  3. ،

    ،

    on a cloud made of a question,

    holding his thought in one hand,

  4. .

    while the other, full of deserts,

    draws the face of imagination in the senses.

  5. ،

    He sees the thing we do not see

    and rises against ruin.

  6. :"

    A faint doubt prowls through the certainty of his mirrors,

    so he claims: “This earth is still,

  7. ".

    :

    still and does not turn.”

    He says:

  8. ،

    I am a king,

    and from clay I have fashioned my crown.

  9. ،

    My kingdom

    is a blade of grass grown on the banks of barrenness.

  10. ؟

    ؟.

    How can I open my window to the wind?

    How can I reap wishes from fields of mirage?

  11. If I rise toward doubt for an age,

    then in its land

  12. ،

    I have built the fortresses of my certainty.

    I befriend the storms when they blow;

  13. .

    I love them, and my blanket is

    the shadows of sorrow.

  14. ،

    I am a knight.

    From my sky I have erased the stars of defeat.

  15. .

    I fight wars and win them,

    then return ablaze with spoils.

  16. ،

    I am ill,

    and love of martyrdom is my sickness.

  17. ،

    One day I will walk over the corpse of injustice,

    and my star

  18. will surely bloom

    and occupy the heart of the sky.

Sol 6