Your photo on it!

Your photo on it!
By:
Mahmoud Abdel Hafeez
Translated by:
Hassan Hegazy Hassan

  
Have a rest now
The spaces of narration that extend
to the thresholds of dawn apologized.
There are no longer audience on her ticket window.
The flood came, and the night no longer
 roared with disciples
nor does a dervish turn.
You are now without an audience.
Your audience has been seduced
by other trains, travelled and died.
when we saw her devoid of any sanctuaries,
We had to come to you,
we were only partners of vows.
we believed you,
and became faithful friends.
And we had nothing but to hesitate (somehow)
When we saw you (extending the rug
of your dignity to the water)
As if (The land could no longer contain new miracles).
Now I bring you seven (doves who become orphans)
No banner over a tomb they come to land,
No sheikh (with saliva) can cure them,
some words , a few herbs and incense.
Memorize your verses
Do know your mean and what you want,
keep your intentions
and perhaps you remember who were you are
making fool of us and sneaking to visit her.
You thought we didn't see you.
She is now (on the sidewalks of the night)
Gathering
(The grains of the scattered age)
dragging her bag .
She is now abandoned by the false witnesses.
There is a ticket in her hand.
The ticket of your photo on which
she received mercies and pities.
your audience is dead.
Tell us and have a rest now and
may God have mercy on you
And If Allah wills:
A forgiven poetry!!