Analysis of The superiority of the departure

The superiority of the departure
By
Mohammed Alaa Abdul Hadi Dr.
Translated by
Hassan Hegazy Hassan
Egypt

(I)
And my mouth extends its dam so as not to pass!
Her hand poured on me  ... my astonishment,
Your hands ..
 Are spinning in my hand its whimpering,
All I have hidden in your hands from grieve,
The storms are made of it.

(II)
Two eyes..
The eye of water...  Is kind as a prophet  
An eye.. The color of its sky..
Hardens heavily on me,
Made me suspect me,  
If my sand stretch in the heart.

(III)
I will cling to what remains of my joy,
The longing will not sit with me,
Longing is not a rope..  
So, how shall I ascend a body of thorns?
The chair does not stretch in my pores
A sitting for you  to drink,  
From the fire of my heart the bitter coffee.

(IV)
You, who have stitched with the thread of her avoidance...
The silence that is lowered between us
I have kept it as a secret... A body that will     
Imprison in its deserts the free sparrows.  
For the herd of the wind to distribute
 Among us his flock.

(V)
I run.. my bones are tracing me,
Throwing at you the scared regret...
Stretching from your heart its shade,  
I have no sin,
For my heart to run towards the pottery/fire  
To be slapped with the whinnying ..
///
Malta - Valletta – 1977