On the sidelines of days

On the margins of days, the truths of time are revealed.

And from the panic of the hours, the path of life disappears?

The horizon remains sad until dawn

And disappointments increase sometimes, and the line becomes clear

Whenever a bird chirps, the waves of the sea visit it

And said: Take it easy and seek help with patience, my friend

For your voice has weakened from depression and lost its string

So wait, my friend, until the moon abandons fate

Perhaps you will write some rhymes for poetry to strike

Or you will strip the ships and send their planks as a pretext to the sea

So prepare, for your preoccupation with the affairs of the homeland will not end the gypsies

Of course, it will not summon the wounded heart to water it with perfume

And bring it closer to the truths that haunted it when the moon was full

And the star began to shine as if it were practicing magic rituals?

So say to the wounded heart: Why did you stick to the chest?

Do not allow your pulse to move what is behind the lines?

Days pass quickly like a glimpse of dawn

And the flowers sing with their fragrance that spreads before the trees

And the breeze whistles in a quiet evening like lightning that terrifies the fruits

And the moon kneels sending its light and begging for wakefulness

And memory grows in my heart, in my chest, and creates inspiration for poetry

So what is life if it is a blessing that visits me in the evening

And cuts the vein of pain so that the flames of the fire of sadness disappear from me?

And my being blossoms as the rain sings, so that it is my sacrifice

And I hear musical pieces rooted in their echo in life?