شعر محمود درويش

You’re forgotten
As though you never existed
Forgotten like a death of a bird,
Like an abandoned church,
Like a fleeting feeling of love,
Like a rose in the snow
You’re forgotten.

I’m on my way
To one whose footsteps are ahead of me,
Who filled my sight with his vision,
To whoever scattered his words over my virtues
To tell his story or to lighten the passage
With a song for whomever follows assumptions.

You’re forgotten
As though you never existed,
As a person, not as a text
Yet forgotten.

I walk in the only possible direction
And perhaps tell a fairy tale of biography.
The words rule over me
Until I rule over them.
Their shapes are mine,
The appearance of truth is,
But the speech I’m going to give
Will fall behind the past of tomorrow.
I’m the master of echoes.
Nothing but marginal note is my throne.
My road is my livelihood.
If someone forgets the outlines of an object,
I shall remind him of senses and feelings.

You’re forgotten
As though you never existed,
Like news, not like a remnant,
Yet forgotten.

I’m on my way to you
Who walks in my footsteps,
Who follows my fairy tales,
Who glorifies in his poetry
Gardens of exile
In the face of his home,
Who’s free of the cult of the yesterday,
Free of my signs and my language.
I believe that I’m free and alive
As long as I am forgotten!

Translated by ukranistani

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