Legendary A. Samad Said's Poems

Empty House

One night, mother was restless
she asked: When will you
buy a house? Sad, but with
a smile, I promised, soon -
a year or two, the latest. But
a month later she was gone,
regretting not able to see the house
of her child - her look was peaceful, while
her eyes were like holding a secret.

That is my only regret,
nothing else, that is my agony
forever.



Al-Amin

Life History of Prophet Muhammad SAW in A Poem

1(1) = Page 1 (Verse 1)

Glorification was first say, clean first intent, service first wish,the friendly morning sun rose, delirious was the core self that searched.Longing was the seed of love, sadness the balance of restlessness, the tongue the psyche of voice.
from the ancient heart the store of belongings asking the soul;until the core was the search, until the root was the digging, between lostand found, dreaming or awake, the restlessness of human history;tracing the path of return, preparing the path of coming, the soul was the navigator.This is the sheet, crumpled and ignored, the most difficult tear. (5.2.2004)

1(2)

Everything restless, the world and weather in black roll.Scratches of winks, quakes of lightning and red emberbetween them the dance of sand vapors of an era hot torturing;in fright the polite breath of quivering quarrel peak, searchingeverything - the restlessness of the sky and valleys, the hardened dates seeds,the camels' skeletons, the swords' rust marking the drop of blood clot.This was the face of an era angrily hot wild cut the breath full of worries,the voice of tired yells quakes of lightning of animals in doubt. (5.2.2004)

1(3)

Foot soles cracked here, memories twinkled a twilight or two,recollections are always unfocused. Sands of era of amber startedsprinkling odours and dusts from yesteryears, from all prejudices.Happiness was not a tale of the sons of Adam choosing the world. Massesof clouds were too far, pale and weary. The rush of wind was eerily torturing.caravan silent burned by anger within the waves of sand dunes.The camels nodded, tins knocking, every eye holding a secret.Happiness was not the tale. A while equivalent were the animals and humans. (29.4.2004).

By A. Samad Said.

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