Poem - Speech, Poet - Mohammed Rahul (Algeria)

 












Speech
Mohammed Rahul

Speak, speak, repeat, and argue
We number, we weave
We sow poetry, we create, and we produce

We gather the meaning of my verses and delve into them
Form and method
From each known letter, it emerges

O listener, speak, do not say "yankh"
He criticizes, he argues
Without beautiful thoughts, angry, tense

Sometimes bright, joyful, and cheerful
Sometimes embarrassed
Sometimes angry and my mood is heavy

Sometimes we get angry at the crookedness of people
Sometimes we are careless
Sometimes we hide what we do not want to reveal

If you find him near you, he will be surprised
He will be surprised, he will be relieved
If he loves you, He will be kind to you

You will be like a wounded man whose blood is flowing

He will flow and scar
A healed wound, a gurgling sound
Let's return to my words, Ali Zain, in joy
How beautiful he is, walking
I saw him, I saw him walking, swaying
His beauty captivated me, and his love ignited
My soul yearns
Who said that love is what we seek?

Craving has killed us, and my desire is burning
The fire is burning
His absence has increased my sleep

The embers are burning
The flame of my sleep
Who can bear the burden of patience?

Speak, speak, and bring news
The knowledge of the sea
Give my greetings to the one with kohl-rimmed eyes

©®Mohammed Rahul

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