My lady by nizar qabbani in original arabic

#MY LADY BY NIZAR QABBANI IN ORIGINAL ARABIC HOW TO#

and he isвЂќ Talk to me democratically, for the tribesmen in my country have mastered the game of political repression I do not want you to play the game of emotional repression with me.

To reconsider the map of love that you drew with the harshness of a mogul conqueror and the selfishness of a woman telling a man вЂњBe. Keep your hands off my small habits my tiny things the pen that I use to write the papers on which I scribble the key chain that I carry the coffee that I sip the ties that I buy, keep your hands off my writings as it is unreasonable that I write with your fingers and breathe with your lungs, it is unreasonable that I laugh with your lips and that you cry with my eyes.

#MY LADY BY NIZAR QABBANI IN ORIGINAL ARABIC HOW TO#

Teach me how to confine you in the Taa Marbuta and prevent you from coming out, teach me how to trace around your breasts a circle in purple crayon and prevent it from flying, teach me how to detain you like a full stop at the end of a sentence, teach me how to walk under the rain of your eyes without getting wet, to smell your body seasoned with Indian spices without fainting and to roll from the imposing heights of your breasts without crumbling.

Anybody who has read my poems about you perceives the sources of my inspiration, anybody who has travelled in my books Fall 2016ДЄrrives safe to the harbor of your eyes, anybody who has got my home address heads for your lips, anybody who has opened my drawers finds you sleeping there like a butterfly, anybody who has dug up my papers, knows the history of your life. Where shall I take you? Where shall you take me when all the cafГ©s have memorized our faces and all the hotels registered our names and all the sidewalks recollected the rhythms of our feet? We are exposed to the world like a seaward balcony, visible like two golden fish in a crystal container. Where shall I hide you, my love ? We are like two burning forests and all the television cameras are on us Where shall I hide you, my love and all these journalists want to place you on the cover page, and make me a Greek hero, a public scandal. Houssem Ben Lazreg A Woman Moving Within MeДЄnybody who has read my coffee cup realizes you are my love Anybody who has read the lines of my palm discerns the four letters of your name, everything can be denied but the scent of a woman we love, everything can be concealed but the footsteps of a woman moving within us, everything can be debated except your femininity. Transference Volume 4 Issue 1 | Fall 2016 2-3-2017ДЄ Woman Moving Within Me by Nizar Qabbani Houssem Ben Lazreg University of Alberta, ДЇollow this and additional works at: Part of the Near Eastern Languages and Societies Commons, Poetry Commons, and the Translation Studies Commons Recommended Citation Ben Lazreg, Houssem (2016) 'A Woman Moving Within Me by Nizar Qabbani,' Transference: Vol.

My lady by nizar qabbani in original arabic