I learn by reading your body
by Nizar Qabbani
When I was expelled from the tribe
For leaving a poem and a rose
At the door of your tent,
The age of decay began,
An age familiar with grammar and syntax
But ignorant of feminity,
An age guilty of
Erasing women's names
From the nation's memory.
Oh, my love
What kind of a nation is this?
Dealing with love like a policeman
Considering the rose
A conspiracy against the system
Considering the poem
A secretive leaflet.
What kind of a nation is this?
Taking the shape of a yellow locust
Crawling on its belly
From the ocean to the Gulf
From the Gulf to the ocean,
Speaking like a saint in the daytime
Getting drunk over a woman's navel at night.
What kind of a nation is this?
Deleting love from its curriculum,
The art of poetry,
The mystery in women's eyes.
What kind of a nation is this?
Battling each rain cloud,
Opening a secret file for each breast,
Filing a police report for every rose.
You amaze me
Like a child's toy
I feel civilised because I love you
Before you, time did not exist
After you, it split into pieces
Do not ask why I'm with you
I want to be rid of my backwardness
Escape my Bedouin ways,
I want to sit beneath a tree,
Bathe in spring water,
Learn the names of the flowers.
I want you to teach me the first knowledge
Of reading and writing on your body.
Whoever does not read
The notebooks of your body
Will remain illiterate
All his life.
When I was expelled from the tribe
For leaving a poem and a rose
At the door of your tent,
The age of decay began,
An age familiar with grammar and syntax
But ignorant of feminity,
An age guilty of
Erasing women's names
From the nation's memory.
Oh, my love
What kind of a nation is this?
Dealing with love like a policeman
Considering the rose
A conspiracy against the system
Considering the poem
A secretive leaflet.
What kind of a nation is this?
Taking the shape of a yellow locust
Crawling on its belly
From the ocean to the Gulf
From the Gulf to the ocean,
Speaking like a saint in the daytime
Getting drunk over a woman's navel at night.
What kind of a nation is this?
Deleting love from its curriculum,
The art of poetry,
The mystery in women's eyes.
What kind of a nation is this?
Battling each rain cloud,
Opening a secret file for each breast,
Filing a police report for every rose.
You amaze me
Like a child's toy
I feel civilised because I love you
Before you, time did not exist
After you, it split into pieces
Do not ask why I'm with you
I want to be rid of my backwardness
Escape my Bedouin ways,
I want to sit beneath a tree,
Bathe in spring water,
Learn the names of the flowers.
I want you to teach me the first knowledge
Of reading and writing on your body.
Whoever does not read
The notebooks of your body
Will remain illiterate
All his life.
6 comments:
Theary Seng. Darn it, Can you please slow down your useless posts? We just want to read about Cambodia, Khmers and Ah Kvack Hun Sen and his uneducated crazy family and his cronies are doing in Cambodia.
Just because you are KI's member, you can use it as a place of your Shakespeare to please your heart and mind, no.
9:27
If you don't want to learnt,then continue to beg for your survive.
This post is not disturbed anybody.
Theary Seng is a women who has courage to work inside Cambodia to find justice for people,unlike useless fellow like you who know only barking outside the country.
Dear Lok Smart Alec 9:27 PM,
As far as I am concerned, I did not have a sex change or a name change. If you can prove me wrong, please send us the proof.
Yours sincerely,
Heng Soy
Heng Soy a shemale? Oh la la, que c'est parfait!!! Let's see you hang and bang...ROFLMAO!
ឆាច់ៗ ឆា ឆាច់ៗឆា ..... ហេងស៊យ!
Yes, I know for sure - Heng Soy is a TRANSVESTITE...
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