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english poetry book to elsaied abdelghani
from the book:
Nothing
I'm from nothing
Came as a stranger
And no one knows my identity.
My basics are salty pain and my fate is madness and suicide.
I carried the divinity once
And humanism forever.
I created the meaning from absurd and run going to live.
The authorities had changed upon me from the limits, mind and the death.
The title of my life is wandering.
I'm delicate as the skin of the rose
And wild as cactus thorns
I'm a sad poet
Who speaks a little and writes a lot
I ask everything about its identity
All the creatures speak at my language looking for brightness or fading.
The word was before me
Then it was the genius and animal pain to multiply it.
I was at the end of the world with a rotten apple
Suckled from the ground with foul milk
It is the gaseous skies eloquent mirage.
I inherited my formal and synthetic form from the strange hand
And I killed my brother and myself, and my father did not rest.
My brothers crucified me, and this is one of the psalms of the first two.
My Arab father revealed to me the pictures
And entrust me with miracles of destruction.
As for my Hebrew father, he roped me with a cross
And he didn't apologize for my blood.
And the beginning friend, my father tortured him for loving him
He forced me and forced him to ruin.
And I walked
Against and with myself
I draw my delicacy from music and my brutality from language.
I passed the world in my stories
And took the sovereignty on him
I betrayed my father's voice and teachings
And I wanted against him.
I fell in love with a woman like Sufism loved my imaginary father
And I witnessed it, and I can't witness other than her.
I took my eyes off others
I gave her nice presence
The daughter of Truth and abstraction
And it was what it was
Dying and resorting to suicide, or being found and resorting to madness
My border is flogged by the infidel characters, so where do I flee?
My structure is nothing
And my father disappeared.
I followed the inner voice of my friend
"Turn the thrones
Destroy the selves
Crush the heavens of the mind and its lands
Closed doors are forgotten in your biography.
Be bold with what befits your skin
To blur the durations
And spread demolition
About the content of the realms of the worlds
O who is living everything?
Your book burned what is in it and what is in you
And your salvation is your true destruction.
I am the raging fire that eats everything now
I am the merciful water that extinguishes the ashes.
I have inside Breakers, hammers and huge screwdrivers.
I am who sorted the creatures,
I am who sorted the gods,
I am the one who did not know his identity.
And it was what it was
From questions protected from disappearance
"You didn't see your lover's bosom
And the consequences touched by the explosion of your cave.
Put your hands together, boy,
The wall is closer.
And I wrote to my father after he disappeared,
And I united,
And in my autism I searched,
About a real lonely feeling for the world,
A feeling that is not weakened by pain,
And thought that does not weaken him,
And in my research I create the paved and unpaved paths for other strangers.
I violate all borders and dimensions,
Come in orbits for me and others,
But I will never return from this wreck to the building of illusion,
Even if I'm totally insane
And loneliness gave me suicide.
And I wrote to my father what he read and what he saw
"I contained my silence compressed by the overflow of my anger and my hatred, so I contained my language that is full of your praise with shallowness.
I praise you with infiniteness and the all-encompassing embrace after expulsion from your creatures.
I praise you with the symbol which meaning is the greatest extent for me.

I praise you with limitless adoration.
I choose extremes and go to extremes in order to fulfill your right with my mental energy and my madness,
And I have no right upon you,
So forgive me my tears from my nothingness.
All in your power
And in my infallibility nothingness
The loneliness and pain in my heart were broken,
And it is forbidden for me in my world to dream.
So where is the spirit of your revelation around me?
I squeezed what I see.

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