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

He made a cross with his arms once, Twice, Three times.

He raised his feet one by one harmoniously.

Then extended his arms to the sides As if he wanted to fly.

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I controlled a horrible laugh inside me.

5.

The dancers became three, But the first dancer drew a circle on the ground Preventing other dancers from entering.

So they imitate his movements from afar.

6.

The dancers became five.

They were men.

There was not a woman with them, So I breathed a sigh of relief.

7.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Because I was afraid of the women’s dance at dawn, The coming women from the grave at dawn.

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I will call the first dancer: the king of the dead.

9.

The king of the dead was still dancing his great dance.

His naked hands were moving up and down, 53