Ships Play with Their "Noah's Lament" So It Is Not Seen
A poem expressing the prophecy of Noah and its symbols in the modern era.
SUMMARY
The poem addresses the symbolism of Noah's ships and prophecy in the modern era, with a deep poetic portrayal of the spiritual and existential meanings associated with them.
KEY HIGHLIGHTS
- The poem expresses the prophecy of Noah and its symbols in the modern era.
- It uses rich poetic language full of spiritual and existential imagery and metaphors.
- It calls for invoking the spiritual and sacred values associated with prophecy.
CORE SUBJECT
Symbolism of Noah's prophecy in the modern era
Ships play with their "Noah's lament" so it is not seen
Does this prophecy retreat backwards?
Will the flood realize the night of its destiny
Or is something destined for mankind?
Clouds of my existence on its ridges
The wind blows fiercely, angels and the night journey
I carried it and the pairs two by two, whenever
Its sides weakened, it turned away and grew larger
O Noah of this era, a "biting" that has ended
And ornaments that did not spread among the people
You were entrusted with the burdens of the arts as a deposit
From your highest ancestor, so rise rejoicing
The language of hymns you mastered
You poured with your elegant hands like a bond
It carved two inscriptions in my heart and in my blood
Return the hands of my journey back
The color in your ancient blood is a story
That never ends, and the letter in it is like moons
Greening in your eyes is the "thorn" of our time
And the thorns become green on your path
Take your sacred provisions, my seasonal companion
Strike with your tender feather the tablet
The bucket of "Bab al-Ri'" dripped its water
For passersby, and its heart is broken
Open for us a path through which we pass
And pour your veins in our love as amber
Say every letter you are preoccupied with
Say and seek refuge until the fatigue overcomes you
Say any letter so I may encircle my thought
About me, so I may live, so I may take root
The seasons' scents intoxicated you "a breath"
Its cluster from your fingers "blows"
O hidden one, your secret told me
In two brushes that followed each other and then inked
A heart flavored with perfume drowns our life
And the universe from its two bottles is perfumed
The distance ran before your foot as
Tears ran on your book like rivers
Do not burn the great wood because it is
A body baptized with soil, so express it
Rather, burn the great wood because
In your palms it becomes a good creation..