An-Najiyyat
9
I am the
newborn, the teenager,
The old man, the everlastingness,
I am the father, the fatigue,
The mother, the harvest
I am the
inanimate, the eventful,
The cultivations, the crop,
I am the good, the gift,
The evil, the misery
I am
love, compassion,
Hatred, unhappiness,
I am hope, expectations,
Fortune, destiny
I am
thought, truth,
Faith, the covet,
I am the seeing, the seeable,
And any star that shoots
I am
life, death,
The being, the non-being,
I am God, immortality,
The all, the nothing
I am Man
2000
(Translated from Arabic by Celia Din)
(from “The Hymns”)
(from “The Dreamer”)
What a waste of time
Letting
ourselves be deluded with illusions
Hoping for an encounter or a kiss;
What a waste of time
Picturing the impossible and day-dreaming;
What a waste of time
On earth, at sea and in the air,
Wanting to travel;
God! How
nostalgic, though
For that unnecessarily wasted time!
2002
(Translated from Arabic by Celia Din)
(from “The Departing”)
(from “The Alpha-Omega”)
The last tears
Just
dropped:
They are departing tears;
Will they be sad and warm,
Like for some parting?
Or happy and melodious,
Like for emancipation?
The last
tears just dropped, like a storm,
Here they come inciting me to embark,
And here I am, embarking
With such a non-describable joy!
I am
humming a hymn,
A hymn to departure which I have never written;
I am humming it for the first time,
While agonizing for the first time;
I am still humming it;
Hoping,
when it is over, to depart;
I am still humming it,
And here I am departing,
Here I am, joyfully, crossing!
2002
(Translated from Arabic by Celia Din)
(from “The Departing”)
(from “The Alpha-Omega”)
The old man, the everlastingness,
I am the father, the fatigue,
The mother, the harvest
The cultivations, the crop,
I am the good, the gift,
The evil, the misery
Hatred, unhappiness,
I am hope, expectations,
Fortune, destiny
Faith, the covet,
I am the seeing, the seeable,
And any star that shoots
The being, the non-being,
I am God, immortality,
The all, the nothing
2000
(from “The Dreamer”)
Hoping for an encounter or a kiss;
What a waste of time
Picturing the impossible and day-dreaming;
What a waste of time
On earth, at sea and in the air,
Wanting to travel;
For that unnecessarily wasted time!
2002
(from “The Alpha-Omega”)
They are departing tears;
Will they be sad and warm,
Like for some parting?
Or happy and melodious,
Like for emancipation?
Here they come inciting me to embark,
And here I am, embarking
With such a non-describable joy!
A hymn to departure which I have never written;
I am humming it for the first time,
While agonizing for the first time;
I am still humming it;
I am still humming it,
And here I am departing,
Here I am, joyfully, crossing!
2002
(from “The Alpha-Omega”)
