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basim al aoda

(1/7/1960 / Iraq)

upon the verse gate


Upon the Gate of the Verse
By: Ahmad Mattar
Translation: Basim-Alaoda



When I stopped upon the verse gate,
The guards inspected my dreams,
Thy ordrered me:
To take off my hed!
And spill sensation remainders,
Then call me to writee verse -
For the people,
Then I take off my sandals at the door,
And I say:
O, guards, I take off themore peril,
This sandal treads,
But..................
This hed is trodden.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, February 08, 2011
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  • Lilac Wine (10/14/2007 3:45:00 PM)

    a sad poem basim....to have ones dreams inspected..but this is the fate of many people...
    thanks for the transalation
    love n stuff
    lilac
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