BAKINGS

Song : Ghareeb Iskander

 

أغنـيـة

غنّى كلَّ شيء

غنى الأرصفة النائمة

والفجر الغريب

غنى روحه وجسده

حبيبته وأمه

غنى الملائكة والشياطين

غنى الربيع

الأزهار التي تنمو

من بعد ليل طويل

غنى الشوارع

لم يغن الجدران

غنى

وغنى

وغنى

غنى بعينيه

وبيديه

وبقلبه

لم يغن بفمه

كان صمته أبلغ أغنية

كانت حياته

رقصة موت

وأيامه

فراغاً هامساً.

 

Song

He sang the sum of things:

the drowsing pavement,

the unfamiliar dawn.                                   

He sang his soul and body.

His lover and his mother.

He sang angels, he sang devils.

He sang Springtime -

the flowers which open themselves                                                           

after a long night.

He sang the streets

but he wouldn’t sing the hindering walls.

He sang

and he sang

and sang.

He sang with his eyes

and with his hands.

He sang with his heart

but his mouth did no singing.

The richest of all his songs was silence.                        h

His life was

death’s little dance

and his days all

emptiness - a whispering void.           

                                    

Translated from the Arabic by John Glenday