My Friend the Rose

We are truly insignificant

And that’s what my friend the rose

Told me this morning

I was born at dawn

Baptised in dew

I blossomed

In the rays of the sun

Happy and in love

I closed my petals at night

And when I awoke I was old.

Yet I had been beautiful

Yes, I was the most beautiful

Of all the flowers in your garden

We are truly insignificant

And that’s what my friend the rose

Told me this morning

See, the God that made me

Now makes me bow my head

And I feel I’m falling

And I feel I’m falling

My heart is almost bare

I have a foot in my grave

Already I am nothing

You admired me only yesterday

And I shall be dust

Forever, tomorrow

We are truly insignificant

And my friend the rose 

Died this morning

Last night the moon

Kept vigil over my friend

And in a dream I saw

Her soul, dancing

Dazzling and naked,

Above the heavens,

Smiling on me.

Let those who can, believe

But I need Hope

Or else I am nothing

We are truly insignificant

And that’s what my friend the rose

Told me this morning

See, the God that made me

Now makes me bow my head

And I feel I’m falling

And I feel I’m falling

My heart is almost bare

I have a foot in my grave

Already I am nothing

You admired me only yesterday

And I shall be dust

Forever, tomorrow

الاميرة الشركسية العارية



في احدى نوافذ متحف  حديث

تقف تلك الصبية العارية التي يزينها ذلك العجوز ويلبسها كل يوم
اثوابا جميلة , يجدل شعرها ويجعل الضفيرة ثخينة  ترتاح  على صدرها

يحلم بيوم يفردها ويوم يجدلها مرة اخرى

 يضع القبعة العالية على راسها يتفحص الكحل  بين  اهدابها ويتمتم بتعاويذ لحمايتها

تمر يديه على تطريزات ثوبها الجميل ويدعوها لان تقف برؤوس اصابعها لترقص على القمر

بينما هو مازال يتمتم تلك التعويذة

  مازلت تلك الدمية الصامته لعبته

بينما زوجته مازلت تظرز الاقمشة لاثواب جديدة للاميرة العارية

.........وفي نافذة اخرى يقف شابا ينتظر ان يلبسه الشجعان لباس الحرب