And I return to the old house from travel.
Things regain their old taste
and their sad silence.
...
When I was young
I walked to the gates of the South
listening to the gushing of springs at night.
When I was young and innocent
...
In the windows of sand
in death
in a chalk-drawn circle
in castle walls
...
Khaled Najar was born in Tunis in 1949. He is descended from a Bedouin family from the south of the country. At the end of the 1960's he published his first poems and began to work as a journalist. He has written for various Arabic newspapers and magazines, including »Almostaqbal« and »Al Watan Al-Arabi«, as well as »Alhayat«, and was a member of the editorial team of »Akbar El Adab« in Cairo. In addition, he undertook journalistic work for UNESCO in Paris. Najar is a knowledgeable connoisseur of Arab as well as of occidental culture and is recognised as the most lyrical poet in the francophone literature of Tunisia.)
Poem 1
And I return to the old house from travel.
Things regain their old taste
and their sad silence.
At night I will walk by my loved one's windows
the way autumn passes by
because the wind still brings back the bitterness
of old days
and takes from the sand
all that we said
the day you first saw me.
He is my brother and we live faraway from each other we have our ups and downs but he still is my brother even if we don’t often agree on few things I love him and now he is my only brother today we lost our older one