Summary

 

Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen

 

 

    

1

The poetry starts at the point

Which you do not understand.

You are an elegy

I am a word exaggerates in love.

It has been well burnt

Then scattered as silent ash upon a spinster flower,

Whose crown is the sea and branches are the kiss

And its spirit is the night whose stars

Complain of their concern to the lonely graves.

You are an elegy

And I am a word of certitude.  

 

 2

 

The poetry starts at the point

Which you do not understand.

You are a careless elegy.

Whenever my lips sped up to voice something

The elegy changed its griefs,

The colors of its earrings and dates.

It changed its heart and the mask

And left the innocent land of my love

Like an astonishing long necked bottle

Immersing in water crazy with embracing.

You are a careless elegy

And I am a murderer tempted by the nights

Those do not pass by without stab or a victim.

 

3  

 

The poetry starts at the point

Which you do not understand.

You are a careless elegy

Or cursed poems that own their lilac voice

Whenever a charming stigma is torn.

How can I sing you, lady, in my silent name?

Or sing you, lady, in your nosey name?

You are a careless elegy

I am distressed by embracing and youthfulness.  

 

4

Lady!

The poetry starts in this manner:

You are my elegy and I am the cemetery guard!

 

 

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