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The Unborn Paradise Is Our Date
" an Attempt to collect the Pieces of Zin* "
Dr. Arif Hito
Translted by: Shamal Akrayi
 

The Unborn Paradise Is Our Date
" an Attempt to collect the Pieces of Zin* "
Written by Dr. Arif Hito:
Translted by: Shamal Akrayi


-1-
Gilgamesh had two green songs,
Ankido swallowed an ember!!
They kindled the fire with desire,
The stars danced for the immortality,
Lovers filled up the tumblers,
Neither the epoch relinquished it's goal..
nor Gilgamesh did.
-2-
How I will forget it,
Once ..
You burned my cheeks with your warm lips,
How will I forget it,
You - the holy and the merciless one-
Left me alone in a desert..
No Quran
No enigma
No water
Wolves have shortened..
the way of my dream!
-3-
So what is this?
Why you stare at my face?
You see..
Sorrow, grief and hieroglyphs.
Under my armpit..
A saint enigma
It preserve me from your passion.
Wow! How sexy you lips are!
Keep them away from my face,
They will be wounded
Don't make me commit another sin!
-4-
The barman served me some beer
with some seeds of almond
it's said" almond arouse virility..
and the virility cauterize
the deep wound of the defeat".
-5-
You want a heart or a poem?
I put the heart on my beloved breast
As well as a poem.
You want a rose or a love?
I made a lace of roses
I gave it to the Spring
As well as my love.
At the Spring..
She desired to kiss me
I was frozen and about to exude my desire.
-6-
Suddenly..
A grief nested in my heart
An infection housed in my eye.
A dream stung my steps
A girl.. a little bit younger than me,
Ate all my age
Then the steps returned me back
to the spring of the last year.
-7-
I had no knowledge of illusions,
Till I discovered poetry.
I had no knowledge of fears,
Till I discovered poetry.
A frantic poem
Divided me into two pieces:
One in paradise,
The other in hell.
The laughter of the beautiful hurries
Were deceiving me.
In paradise the hot embers
Were arousing my frozen heart.
-8-
The steps said:
- To where you taking me?
I said:
- towards the sky
To the meeting place of me and here
To the unborn paradise.
 

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