raise me more love… raise me
my prettiest fits of madness
O’ dagger’s journey… in my flesh
and knife’s plunge…
sink me further my lady…
the sea calls me
add to me more death …
perhaps as death slays me… I’m revived
your body is my map…
the world's map no longer concerns me…
I am the oldest capital of sadness…
and my wound a Pharaonic engraving
my pain…. extends like an oil patch
from Beirut… to China…
my pain… a caravan…dispatched
by the Caliphs of "A’Chaam"… to China…
in the seventh century of the "Birth"…
and lost in a dragon’s mouth…
bird of my heart… "naysani"
O’ sand of the sea, and forests of olives
O’ taste of snow, and taste of fire…
my heathen flavor, and insight
I feel scared of the unknown… shelter me
I feel scared of the darkness… embrace me
I feel cold… cover me up
tell me children stories…
rest beside me…
Chant to me…
since from the start of creation
I’ve been searching for a homeland to my forehead…
for a woman’s hair…
that writes me on the walls… then erases me…
for a woman’s love… to take me
to the borders of the sun… and throws me…
from a woman’s lip… as she makes me
like dust of powdered gold…
shine of my life. my fan
my lantern. declaration of my orchards
stretch me a bridge with the scent of oranges…
and place me like an ivory comb…
in the darkness of your hair… then forget me
I am a drop of water… ambivalent
remaining in the notebook of October
your love crushes me…
like a mad horse from the Caucasus throwing me under its hoofs…
and gargles with the water of my eyes…
add to me more fury… add to me
O’ prettiest fits of my madness
for your sake I set free my women
and effaced my birth certificate
and cut all my arteries…
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wonderful poem by a wonderful poet
That was fantastic...I read this poem in Arabic language but when I saw it now in English I didn't think twice of reading it again in English..
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plzzzzzzzzzzzzzz help
i need to know the metaphores of this beautiful poem plzzzzzzzz -
dates....
From guest monstamamma (contact)
If Mr Qabbani died in 1998 how is it he was able to pen this in 2004? Anyone? -
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Thanks for your question.
When we first started that section sometimes showed when WE added the poem onto the site.
Most have now been redone but a few escaped.
Qabbanni's work has now been rechecked. Thank You
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Simply Beautiful.....
From guest Hotala (contact)
one of the best poems I have read and I tell you, I have read a LOT....simply beautiful and lovely the song by Kathem El-Saher makes it even better (علمني حبك) -
This was nice
Realy nice lines here...
"like a mad horse from the Caucasus throwing me under its hoofs…
and gargles with the water of my eyes…
add to me more fury… add to me
O’ prettiest fits of my madness"
I like these lines here
and an ivory comb in the darkness of your hair...then forget me
I am a drop of water... ambivalent remaining in the notebook of October...
your love crushes me... nice creative
Very creative and beautifully written
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A nice poem hiw emotions his plead.. is very stated here. HE presents many metaphors here and theimagre is quite nicely painted.
He says stretch me like a bridge.
Your body is a map.
I find he writes his words with sincerity. -
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This is a wonderful commentary of love mania...love is not love if it has got no intensities or extremities...this poem has a real sentimental music...one of the very few poems demonstrating the taste of love...a stage when love rules and the lucky victim wants to be more crushed and injured to feel further deep the flaming intensities of LOVE.A very mystic approach and a very beautiful poem
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excellent
Amazing! Describing the love of a woman , is trully amazing! -
wow
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