Dr. Abdul Halim Al-Madani (Iraq)
CLUSTERS OF YEARS
Spring passed through your skies...
Peace… O forest of daffodils,
of fragrance… and garlands…
of blossoms…
O jubilant tide,
you transformed into honey…
a stream of scented splendor…
a radiant birth…
O orchards and radiance of dreams…
O light in the meadows of the full moon
Peace be upon you, O basket of roses,
that have passed…
like clusters of years…
from dawn… to dawn…
And you are the dawn - without you,
I would not have been the princess of the dawn.
The night lit up in your gaze..
and the wild lilacs rested…
From your vessel, light glimmers
in the dance of the shore and the river…
Peace upon you,
O lily’s grace…
O necklace of pearls and gems…
Peace O silver of dawn,
and colors…
and the night that drifts…
You are seasons - if you only knew…
(or You carry the seasons in your soul - if only you knew)
and moons…
and tides without retreat…
(or an ebb without flow)
Fields that kindle dreams
with amber… and perfume…
And you… our pristine night…
you, the luminous star…
the spark that sets fire to the night
that fleeted… from life…
Years follow days that flow by...
like a phanton…
A radiant birth…
O Cream’s soft caress…
O Veil of vanilla…
and spring of wine…
A poem that fractures rhythm…
O warmth.. born from flames… and embers…
Prepared Angela Kosta