O! My Far Away Mister Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

My Far Away Mister

poem: doctor and poetess: Hana al-Qadhi

translation by: Freeyad Ibrahim


There would be plenty of time
while we sit together and watch:
how this evening weaves its threads,
We'd rouse the stars with our fingers,
and ask them to decorate the sky for us

There would be lots of time
during which we'll sip our morning coffee,
We'd dissolve in its foam,
let it paint our shades inside the cups,
and write our letters that the winds read.

There would be plenty of time
during which we'll say,
all that we have never said before in our speech
we'd cut short all our grief and anguish,
and forgive our lapses
and the admonishment we shall diminish.

O my FarAway Mister!
The space here is dull and gloomy
Nothing avails
Anyway
I am still dreaming of all these things
I dream...that you
would come to me when the brightness prevails!

translated from Arabic by:
Freyad Hugo
Heerenveen
September,2021