Translator: omar idmassaoud Reviewer: Modather Zaki
When I watch my mom shaking her legs,
as if she's rocking a baby to sleep.
While singing "Ya thebin ellaban".
I know she's very worried about one of my brothers.
You're still in the darkness of the bright day.
Oh safety of the world the child is I.
Oh mother! I'm still. Oh mother! he's still,
lost if he slipped your brown scarf.
I lived the dreams of baby birds under your arms.
The biggest dream was to be surrounded by cold.
An arm.
And if you come back from the funeral with candy,
Oh mother! I will live the hardships of the hungry chicks.
My heart is hurt from living abroad.
Does my infinite privations
still to broaden under your feet.
I'm all nostalgia and hankering.
My longings, poems, and ghosts of my nostalgia
are willingly walking with me towards you.
Oh mother! the boat's sail has refused to hoist.
Sleepless in the prison. Oh mother!
Bites of Shackles are difefrent from the bites of separation.
Maybe the longing will pine me to the highest level of grief.
Oh mother! Some of my longing has come to you.
I am some of you.
My country is too small for my longing.
Oh my maternal compassion! How can I leave my longing.
Oh heart as wide as the universe!
The remoteness had lightened me with longing like a match.
How sad I am. Working in this universe with such internal fire.
Give me your hands,
melt me as a kiss between them.
As I melted. A tear on your cheeks.
Melting lava I become in my insomnia.
Oh mixture of friends' admonishments,
your eyes are two seas of watery longing.
Crying rivers of Iraq over me
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Drowning in my feeling of guilt.
How violent this drowning is.
The needle knitted me a robe as big as my longing for you,
I was torn a lot as the robe got tighter.
And turned on my back, the longing hurts when living abroad.
We burned from the heat of the hugs.
Whenever I tried to sleep on my mother's cheek,
my lamp goes off and my longing wakes up.
I know.
When I'm absent, the universe sleeps in my house. But my mother does not.
the night still shaking in the chest where she embraces me.
only the earthshine sleeps away.
When she longs, so does the door, the thresholds and the closet,
and even some of my late father's belongings,
shaking from pain.
Even at my remoteness I know she is calling for me.
I know on what tone my bitter crying is.
When my mother cries, everything at the house go still.
Even the heart,
can't even make a pulse,
to run a singe foot.
Everything is still in the house except for my mother's voice.
My imagination's at her feet.
Something harmonized between her cheeks.
and the night yelling in the room, nothing is heard
but the sweet sound of a flute of flesh and blood.
Ya!
thebin ellaban.
How beautiful you are,
when you're away,
the heart won't forget you
lu lu!
And the night sleeps on a river of tears.
And I closed my teary eyes but didn't sleep.
Peace be upon you.
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