Monday, May 23, 2022 | Shawwal 21, 1443 H
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EDITOR IN CHIEF- ABDULLAH BIN SALIM AL SHUEILI

The Forbidden Fruit

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The following are translations of poems by the Omani poet Hilal Al Hajri (1968-) from his collection titled: “Like a Mountain Bird Watching the Collapse of the World”, (Beirut 2013):


In the Pirate’s Grip


The pirate has tightened his grip


On the world's map.


Very shortly


Like dough


All the small states will flow


Between his fingers.


He won't devour them as we think


But dip his hand in the toilet


And go away


Searching for his dreams' treasures!


Granada


Clouds with yields


Nigh and easy


Rains more merciful than mother to child


Breasts like clusters of grape


Wine like saliva of a bosomy girl


Liberty more eloquent than prophets


That's Granada.


Lady Godiva*


Do you know Godiva?


Delight of mind and heart


Daughter of honor and liberty


Like mellowed wine in grace


Like pure water in nudity


Did you ever see a beauty


Undress malady?


Abandoned Lover


Calling me from afar


Why my sweetheart?


My tears I relied on


Betray me too much these days


I know you see yourself


In my tearful eyes


But why all these vast deserts?


True


I'm not bold enough to cross them


With feet heavy in mud


My charming love


Will you change the rule of the world


And stretch to me your arms?!


A Passing Woman


I know you're a fleeting shade


I'm a wandering cloud


But I'll cling to your foxy phantom


Thrust into it my nails


Till death!


Forbidden Fruit


Your voluptuous, wavy curves


I won't just relish from afar


This forbidden fruit


I'll swoop down on


Like an eagle


In my dreams


I will leave nothing for my unknown future


I'll devour it


Like a man stricken by famine!


In her Heart


Put your hand below your left breast


You'll find there a warm secret


Drowning the world with love and relief.


Ask it to be gentle with me


I who want to be its air and blood


I want to be anything


In it!


Her Breast


Only the chandelier


As she squeezes the skies


Can match your breast


In its glory and vanity!


A Prayer


O my Lord


Guide me to the fountainhead


Of your sacred sadness.


I'd like to dip into it all at once.


I've grown weary from it


Dripping in my heart


Tear after tear!


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*Legend has it that Lady Godiva, an Anglo-Saxon noblewoman, rode naked through the streets of Coventry after her husband refused to remit the heavy tolls imposed on his tenants. Her husband said he would if she rode naked on a horse. She stripped naked, covering herself only with her long hair (the translator).


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