My life, my life! Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen Poetry

But I did not find a trace of the woman or the mirror. * The dead lined up in my memory.

They never told me about their trip.

They carry mirrors of red or yellow or blue or black clay.

The domination was for the black colour, Alas. * The mirror of the bird is the most beautiful mirror In the world.

It is more beautiful than the mirror of the river Or the mirror of the woman.

It is even more beautiful than the mirror of the wind. * Do not hurry.

The mirror has been broken And time has shed tears and blood. * I was happy I had spent my life alone Carrying a mirror’s fragment And made everybody around me fancy That I was full of the mirrors of the universe. * I was happy to hear the words of a mirror’s fragment Because the fragment of a mirror never lies And does not know the art of confusion 45