Sun of Life
A poet recalls days of brotherhood and laments separation, calling for a return to affection.
Translated by Qiyas from النهار — Original source
Say, my brother, O my return and my adversary, have you grown weary and abandoned my prayers, or have you found solace in my love? Time flows on, and you are absent from me, while the flowers wither in the meadows of the valley. Have you forgotten that we are brothers since the sun of life rose, and you were its singer within it? Have you forgotten that the setting of a single day folds the steps in the journey of destiny?
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We were once together, a single fetus in one womb, where life and the seed of birth resided. We were together, and the mother’s heart perceived what was in your heart, an image of my own soul. We were together in the embrace of a warm chest, from which the juice of love dripped into the hearts. We were together, like flowers that bloomed for the dew, running with peers and equals.
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Why has time folded our shadows, causing the era of intimacy and happiness to pass? Did worldly concerns change us in life, turning dreams into piles of ash? Or did the sword of separation scatter our unity, so you distanced yourself from me and chose my sleepless nights? And we became on life’s path as if we were erasing the fragrance of our fathers and ancestors.
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When will the breath of love return to us? When will we return to wakefulness and guidance? When will we return to the shadows of affection, watering the roots of reunion with abundance? When will we build a bridge of closeness between us, restoring the spirit to the bodies? And we will extend a hand to support its sister, and I will see your desire grasping my desire.
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For if love in the hearts is a law free from shackles and chains, and if affection wears its garments and preserves the legacy of love for descendants,