Khaberni - Poetry/Jumana Al-Tarawneh
A country with the taste of "figs and olives"
I dipped its bread in the oil of my anxieties
Ever since it was purified with the tears of "Mary"
Until it prays with me, I laid down my eyelids
It never said my daughter and completed it
But on "Here I am" I added "my eyes"
Oh the holiest of fathers, about you I answer them
"From some of God's light" if they ask me
From here brilliance was born and here
God breathed into His fashioned clay
And here life will invent poems
For those who take margins with texts
In the presence of the king who overflows with generosity
Descendant of the Seal of Prophets, the auspicious one
The son of whom inherited virtues from heights
A lowly stance does not suit him
And as if the Quran remains perplexing
With both its form and its content
Since "Be" and the land awaits its king
Until he returns with its wealth to the 'Nun' (letter in Arabic)
To make this land the first direction of prayer
A sanctuary in the religion of the passionate madman
Home of the noble, where every virtue
From "they feed..." to "those who give generously"
And the son of Hashim is God’s mercy that
Drives the clouds with all their pouring
Song of the nightingales; the scent of the last flower
Slept like a child on the chest of my branches
With manna and quails, his lineage returns
Filled to be emptied in the heart of my dishes
It was said the sea stirred so be alert to it
Only to come with its laden ship
He would not reside in the shells unless
He was clinging to the hidden pearls
From the eye of (Abdullah) even to his wonder
And I soar in the sky of my fascination
I call on the poem for a moment and refute it
For poetry lies between reality and assumptions
And because it is the balance no matter how I crafted it
Written in prose, I returned to the domain of the metered
