الرقص على أوتار الحب
Now I collect all that is in my heart Then I intend to leave and depart At the borders of your eyes, so smart I reside your lovely eyelashes that are burning, Then escort you like a paper you bring every morning, In which I do crossword puzzles in the evening. I wanted to live with you in the fall, That makes me feel that I am weak and frail That moves my senses, my feelings,… all. I feel a strong desire in everything around me, Then I find myself in a bad need of everything I see.
انهزمتُ عند أوَّل خنجر شوق
Oh, just tell me what place you are going, So, I will come fast, much faster than lightning, Or like horses that cause chaos and clamor, Or thrilled with wine, like a drunk in summer. No longer can I be a heavy drunk as before, With love, nor carry my frail body anymore. It sways all the time as it carries my soul That groans for your absence from me, that’s all. The music I have heard with you , still in my ear, Resounds and screams , and this I can’t bear.
حروفك وحدها نغمي
How great you are, O you who will depart From all my worlds and from my sad heart. You will leave all the places void of you. Yet, history will go on in silence and awe. What will it record about me, I really don't know. What will it record about my loss, About my cowardice and so my weakness? You left hollow days for me, which had passed by Which never cared about my grief or sigh, Or my deep wounds, or my great desire, Or my stumbling steps, as if I was on fire. I fell in her arms like someone who was dead, But she never cared about what in love was said, Or about my death, or my heart that was slain, Alas, she was never moved by my pain!
شُطْآنُ الغُرْبَةِ… ديوانٌ شعريٌّ يُحوِّل جراحَ الظلم إلى نشيدٍ للحق، ويجعل من القلم رايةً للكرامة، قصائد الشاعر / أشرف عبد الحميد الجنبيهي ، فى مناصرة الدكتور محمد إبراهيم فياض
شُطْآنُ الغُرْبَةِ… ديوانٌ شعريٌّ يُحوِّل جراحَ الظلم إلى نشيدٍ للحق، ويجعل من القلم رايةً للكرامة
ديوانٌ يستحضر مأساة الإنسان في الغربة، ويُعلي قيمة العلم، ويُجدِّد الإيمان بأن الحق قد يتأخَّر، لكنه لا يفقد نوره.
في زمنٍ تتعاظم فيه الأسئلة حول العدالة والكرامة الإنسانية وحرية الفكر، يأتي ديوان «شُطْآنُ الغُرْبَةِ» ليقدِّم تجربةً شعريةً تستمدُّ نبضها من معاناة الإنسان، وتستنهض قوَّة الكلمة في مواجهة الظلم، وتستعيد مكانة العلم والقلم في بناء الوعي وصناعة الأمل.
ومن خلال مجموعةٍ من القصائد ذات الطابع الإنساني والوطني والأخلاقي، يرسم الديوان ملامح رحلةٍ تتقاطع فيها الغربة مع الحنين، والجراح مع الصبر، وخيبات الواقع مع التطلُّع إلى غدٍ أكثر عدلًا وإنصافًا. ولا تقف هذه التجربة عند حدود الشكوى أو رثاء الألم، بل تسعى إلى تحويل المعاناة إلى شهادةٍ شعرية، والوجع إلى موقف، والكلمة إلى رسالةٍ تدافع عن كرامة الإنسان وحقِّه في أن يُسمَع صوته.
قطعة سكر للشاعرة سهام حمودة
Sugar Cube
Sihem Hammouda
My love lives in a poetry book
As poems' prisoner,
Poetry fears that if released,
It will drown in a sea
Of tears,
For its words were infatuated with his laughs
That they were weaving into moans
For poets.
My poems were torn asunder by my anger,
And my jealousy burned all my words,
For my love is my prisoner.
لا تلُم القلم حين يكتب
Oh, just tell me what place you are going, So, I will come fast, much faster than lightning, Or like horses that cause chaos and clamor, Or thrilled with wine, like a drunk in summer. No longer can I be a heavy drunk as before, With love, nor carry my frail body anymore. It sways all the time as it carries my soul That groans for your absence from me, that's all. The music I have heard with you , still in my ear, Resounds and screams , and this I can't bear.
