Poetry
A collection of poems in English and Arabic
Poetry Collection
Doors
If I am to live my life all over again I would do countless matters That I should have done And w...
Illumination in the Night of Expatriation
I was alone. Yet I was not alone! Allah was with me in every moment of remoteness. In every miser...
Illuminations in a Valley without Vegetation
We have come to You Repeating: "Here we are, at Your service .. here we are .. here we are" With l...
The Freedom Flotilla
(Dedicated to the Turkish leader: Recep Tayyip Erdoğan) A teacher asks in an Arab country: What i...
Death and Civilizations
Death has its sanctity and awe When the funeral of a non-believer passed by The prophet, peace be ...
Globalization
What is globalization ? Is it a new religion ? Everything in it appears beautiful at a distance E...
Behind the Iron Curtain
I want to cry But fear stops me, not pride, On my chest rests a mountain of unhappiness. * * * * ...
Contrasts
1. Tyrants Our lives are calculated by means of time Counted in years .. Days .. Seconds. But t...
Sleeplessness
Others do not care They do not bother their brains with such affairs If they have brains then they...
Caricature
He reclines back on his soft chair And is filled with the feeling That he is a boss Nay he is THE...
New Year’s Eve
The longer pointer embraces the other At the top of the disc of time. And at the moment of fusion,...
The Rat Race
I am tired..exhausted There is fatigue in my feet Deviation in my eyesight And all my dreams are ...
The Island of the Crows
And suddenly I find myself in the middle of an island.... Desolate ... barren ... abandoned No...
The Hypnotic Box
The one-eyed snake glares at me. Its eye emits hypnotic rays. I freeze! All my being is anaesthet...
Soliloquy of a Grand Tree
An exhausted traveller takes to my shade, He shuts his eyelids and sleeps soundly. He dreams and d...
Pangs of Birth in the Valley Of Muses
Thousands of poems die in my head before they are born. They are terminated consciously or sometime...
The Seasons of Life
Do not say to me that youth has gone and is lost. Perhaps what is coming will be sweeter. Youth is...
An Ode to Taj Mahal
To what shall I compare this beauty? Where art has achieved perfection Surpassing in creativity al...
Without a Nest at Eighty
(To my Father on his 80th birthday) He who loves, ‘tis said, knows no real wretchedness, And your ...
Liberation
(To my brothers, Dr. Qais, Dr. Isam and Dr. Nizar And my sisters, Dr. Azza and Sawsan) What is gon...
What Is The Use of Poems?
I know that your quarrel with me is the source of my poetry And that the estrangement is fuelling t...
Bolting
When you came running towards my arms O my mare ! Under the afternoon sun When you came running a...
O! Love
O! Love ! I have been trying to paint you all my life How many times I stood in front of you Look...
It’s Love!
It is love! Love has the power of magic. It seeks out and commands the heart. Love stretches out ...
The Search
And I still continue to search ceaselessly And continue to lose my way. I search in every corner o...
Do You Remember?
Do you remember how your lips with mine Fused .. like the hue and fragrance in a rose? We sang .. ...
Radiance
And when you return to me.. despite distances.. I feel that radiance lighting my face again, And I...
Entrapped
Because I have realised that poetry achieves nothing And that I have slaughtered my heart with poet...
A Message Across the Desert
Listen to me when I sing For poetry is my messenger to you. Across the sand-dunes It is my compan...
The Waves
It is the wave coming .. It is the wave receding .. So are the vagaries of life, my love. If life...
Infusion
When you became a part of my life That part became the whole ... And you have become myself! Do n...
Butterflies and Roses
It is a butterfly that mastered the art of love Fluttering its wings, circling over the hillocks. ...
Your Eyes
Your eyes store the magic of supreme beauty And in front of beauty I always feel enslaved. Your ey...
Without Even a Sancho
O! "Wajd" .. O! "Waddah" .. O! "Wiaam" * If only you knew how, when night falls, My sleep is los...
By the Lake
(To my son Wajd) Each time my car passes the lake Where the ducks swim in the water Amidst the ve...
Bakhbookh*
(To my granddaughter Hanouf) I centered the coin on my left palm And blew on it Then covered it w...
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