قِبلة الهوى
الكاتبة :
شيرين كامل
شيرين كامل
قِبلة الهوى
طال الشوق بروحي
ولم يبق بها
إلا نقش عشق قديم
تعيش به خلودا
كما بردى يتهادى
في قلب معشوقته
منســــــــــية
في قلب الليل
نجمة
تغزل السهر والسهد
سطورا مسيفة
أنشدت سفره شعرا
تحدثك
عن قبلة الهوى
في صدر حمامة
تطرب السكون لحونا
وفي خافقها ألم السؤال عن
مهاجر حمَّلها وعده هدية وغاب
فأصبحت ملكية النخيل
في صحراء الوحدة
يضاحكها موسم الوعد
كلما هبت الفصول
لتمطر بالشذى الأخضر
أغنيات مجروحة
لا تبحث عنها يا زمن
فهي في ...
صوت الماء ووجه القمر
في قلب شاعر كتب حرفا
تقطر شهدا
من شفة يراع عاشق
حروفا وقصائد
تشرد مع سرب حمائم بيضاء
كأمنيات ضائعة في مهب ريح
ولا تزال تبتسم في وجهه كلما لاح
ولا تزال عيونه مرسومة في نقش حنائها
تسهر مع لحظات ذكرياته
نبض وجيب يتسلل
إلى روحها كلما ابتسم
في وجه القمر
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The holly direction of love
Written by : Shereen Kamel
The holly direction of love
My spiritual love has been lasting
in my soul and nothing was left out
Except an old love inscription which makes it as immortal as Brada had waddled in his beloved heart
A forgotten star in the heart of night is weaving wakefulness and insomnia as sword lines
Warbling his travelling poems tell you about the holly direction of
love
In the breast of a dove who glees the quietness of the universe
with its melodies
Her pulsatore has the pain of questioning about
An immigrant whose promise becomes as a gift for her then
he leave forever
So , she becomes a queen of palm trees
in the middle of the desert of loneliness
The time of promise makes her
smile whenever the season wind blows
In order to rain a green scent and
wounded songs
Oh time , don’t look for her
Because she is reflected in the lullaby of water
And the face of the Moon
She will be found in a poet's heart had written a letter distilling honey
From lips of an enamored
pen in a form of letters and poems
This immigrant was driven away with a group of white doves
As
missing wishes in the windward but she still smiles whenever his face becomes visible
His eyes are still drawn in her camphire inscription
Her passing the night awake with his memories is as a pulse of vein slips
into her soul whenever the moon smiles
to him
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