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marți, 20 mai 2014

RASTIGNIT IN BUZELE TALE - IN ROMANIAN BY HAMINIA HAAR BY MUNIR MEZYED :CRUCIFIED IN YOUR LIPS



RASTIGNIT IN BUZELE TALE
Stol de porumbei in orizontul mort Incearca sa explice secretul din spatele valului spart Luna apare din mormant si spune Este mintea mea inaintea nasterii mele... Dintr-odata marea striga foarte tare : Este noaptea care-si ploua goliciunea in gatul meu !
In Sidrat al Muntaha Oda asculta, Derutata clatinand din cap, Urca pe cerul imaginatiei Si spune: Oh, poetule, esti trist si ciudat Cum poti sa intelegi jocul creatiei Cand esti o picatura de apa in marea adanca si intunecata ?
Iubito,
Eu merg pe drumul fara de intoarcere catre primul cuvant Cantand secretul din setea marii, Foamea cerului Si sanctuarul sacru al iubirii, Visez sa-l vad pe Dumnezeu...!
Iubito,
Tristetile sunt copacii cristalini crescand in amintirea toamnei, Fructele lor sunt Legende reinnoind psalmii vietii... Datorita uimirii mele extreme Ma vad sarutand buzele nevazutului Astfel, convoaiele de apa se ivesc pe orizontul sarutului...
Oh, dulci buze care vedeti dincolo de imaginatia nevazutului Cum sa explic scurtarea distantei dintre om si Dumnezeu..? Cum sa exlic ca eu sunt un alt Christos rastignit in oda, buzele tale...?

Munir Mezyed
Translated into Romanian
by Haminia Haar
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CRUCIFIED IN YOUR LIPS
Munir Mezyed
Flock of pigeons in dead horizon Tries to explain the secret behind the shattering of the wave’s head The moon appears out of its tomb saying: It is my head before my birth… Suddenly the sea yells very loudly: Ah..! It is the night that rains its emptiness in my throat
On the Sidrat al-Muntahā The ode is listening Baffled, shaking her head She ascends to the sky of imagination Saying: Oh poet, you are sad and strange …! How could you understand the game of creation While you are water drop in a deep dark sea ....?!
Habibti I walk on the road of no return towards the first word Searching for the secret behind the thirst of the sea And the hunger of the sky And in the sacred sanctuary of love I dream of seeing God…!
Habibti Sorrows are crystalline trees growing in the memory of autumn Their fruits are Legends renewing the Psalms of life Due to my extreme amazement I see myself kissing the lips of unseen Thus the convoys of water loom on the horizon of the kiss …
Oh sweet lips that see beyond the imagination of the unseen How do I explain about shortening the distance between man and God...? How could I explain I am another Christ who is crucified in the ode/ your lips..?
MUNIR MEZYED

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