حامد خضير الشمري
DO NOT DISBELIEVE IN FRAGRANCE
Abbas Al-Salami
Translated by Hamid Alshammari
1
He snicks the neck of the rose
With his fingers
So it bursts with fragrance
2
The thorns guard it
And it does not sleep in peace
The rose is violated !
3
The rose does not behave with us
But with perfume
How do we deal with it in return ?
4
Why do you slay me
And you know very well
That I don't grant except fragrance?
A question I read in
Slaughtered leaves of a rose
5
The most refreshing things for the coffin
Are the garlands of roses
6
That rose is wounded
I see it in a glass cage
7
He who picks the rose
Disbelieves in fragrance
8
It never happened at all
That a rose hid its perfume
Or was miserly in granting it
9
The rose recites : in the name of Alla, Most Gracious, Most Merciful
While they are snicking its neck !
10
Do not pick the rose
But leave it erected for perfume and beauty
11
A rose sighed saying:
Oh, you who counterfeited my color
And hung it
On your faces pretending shyness
Leave my color for me , leave my perfume
And feel around your false redness
12
Were it not for the betrayal of the rose thorns,
No one would dare to wound its fragrance
13
Let's leave the rose pending the perfume
And pick the claws that extend to it
14
The rose defeats
With its fragrance
Who comes close to it with evil
15
When the fragrance expands
Farther and farther
The rose will achieve its purpose
16
Drop
By drop
Thus the cut rose bleeds its perfume
17
Plastic roses
Do not attract attention
They will look over time
A part of an arid place
18
My astonishment doesn't reach its climax
Unless I stand before the rose
19
In its joy, it diffuses the fragrance
In its grief, it sheds it
That is the rose
20
With its perfume
The rose talks to us
21
How abundant the bounty of the rose is!
Whenever they were excessive in wounding it
It was excessive in its perfume
22
It is sad
It doesn't shed but the fragrance
The plucked flower!
23
It scatters between his hands
As it is excessive in fragrance
The violated rose
24
May they perish
The claws that bite the rose
25
The blood of the rose is its perfume
