Oh God Of Water. Poem by jaafer Muetaf

You give me your hand, O God of Water

To plant a tree that knows no path except to you

I gathered grass from every heart

And I knew that no light can match your light

No despair can be extinguished by your secret

No star that visits you secretly at night

Would be satisfied to suckle from the breast of another star.

Give me youth, O God of Water

I will awaken man from your throat

And guide you to those who stole your inscriptions from the rocks

And from the emancipation of water with the mouths of ships.

Like angels inhaling your cry, O God of water

Everyone you have told of ignorance, He has set you up as a statue

And everyone you have kept ready, He has thrown his madness at your throat

He has saddled the winds and let them touch the feet of every morning

And the leaves have grown as trunks on the back of a man

Awe surrounds man from your cry.

Drink man from the pleasure of your patience

Explain to him the voice that drives him away from you.

Ask him about the threshold of the planted forest

About the visions as they tear the palm of his hands

Guide him, O God of water, to the path and the number of waterfalls

That sail in the cracks of your belly, let him chant the verses

And hold the sharpness of your thread to believe that you are intertwining

Man from the inspiration of your creation

Jaafar Muetaf