“My trees” poem

English below …

شجيراتي

تذكرت بيتي بالخيال والحلم  –  فرأيت الخراب فيه والشلل

ورأيت شجيراتي الخضر قد انكسرت  –  بقذائف الظلام من شدة الشعل

فأين جيراني الذين أعرفهم –  قد فارقوا الحي وبعضهم رحل

ولم أجد في حيينا حيٌ أحادثه  –  إلا الحجارة لا تنطق من الأزل

فوجدت أطلال عليَ عزيزة –  مرجوحة الأطفال وعشوش الحجل

وموقد الطبخ سواده لم يزل –  يناطح الريح الأمطار والكلل

فذهبت إلى مسجد الرحمن أصلي –  فوجدته ساجد لله يصل

حسن عبد الكريم الاقرع

 

My trees

I remembered my house in my dream and imagination   – I saw in it destruction

I saw my green trees broken – from the darkness shells, from the intense fire

Where are my neighbors that I know?  – some of them died and some of them left

I didn’t find someone alive in our neighborhood to talk to –  only the stones that are eternally silent

I found ruins that are dear to my heart the children – swing, and the nest of the partridge

The blackness of the oven is still there – defying the wind and rain

So, I went to the mosque to pray – and I found him praying there

By: Hasan Abdulkarim Al-Aqra’a

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