To Syria from an unknown young person:an elegy

Mother of the Cornfields by ©Alisar Iram: oil painting

Mother of the Cornfields by ©Alisar Iram: oil painting

        Mother of the wind and the oak

Mother of the rivers, the olives and the rocks

Cry for me in my unknown grave

And lament the dying of my light.

Let your love be peace

And let the rose blossom in my yew.

O let the evening star call my soul

And let my heart burst into a sea of anemones.

String garlands of jasmine to enfold me,

Wash my eyes and lips with light,

And commit me, mother, to the rise of the sunز

Yield me, mother, to love for it is because of love I die

And it is because of love that I shall return

الى سوريا من مجهول

امي دثريني امي ويدك

دعيها في شعري تحنو وتمور

شعري مجروح  اللون ومجروح السنى

شعري مطعون ينزف ويثور

يا امي  يا ام الريح وام السنديان

يا ام  السواقي والسنابل والصخور

يا أمي هدهديني في مهدي المجهول

يا امي ابكيني وابكي نوري الافول

يا امي ليكن حبك سلاما

وليتفتح في آسي الريحان

ليلعب في روحي ريح الصبا

ولينشق قلبي عن حقل النعمان

يا امي عطري دمي بالفل

وانثري الجوري في قدس روحي

اغسلي عيني وشفتي بالنور

واودعيني يا امي قلب الشمس

يا امي هبيني لحبك فمن اجل الحب هذا الموت

ومن اجل حبك العميق العميق سيكون العود

اليسار ارم


© Alisar Iram

About alisariram

I am an artist, a writer and a researcher. I know Arabic and English . I am interested in music and art of every description. I like to describe myself as the embodiment of a harmonious marriage between two cultures which I value and treasure.
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