نم هنيئاً يا صديقي

نم هنيئاً يا صديقي ذاك وحش لا يحارَب نم قرير العين واسمح للأفاعي والعقارب أن تدين الأرض أرضاً في المياه، هناك قارب للقريب وللبعيد وللوحيد هناك صاحب نم، فلا وحش قريبٌ نم، فكان أباك ناحب

نم ولا تفتح لبابٍ منه للشر نوائب نم فعيناك تغيّر لونها، وجهك شاحب تلك شمسٌ ذاك قمرٌ هذه أرضٌ لكَ راحب

نم فذاك الجرح غائر نم ولا تترك شوائب نم ولن تبكيك أمٌ نم وجنبنا المصائب

If you can’t find answers You make up your own If you can’t find shelter From rain, there’s a stone To break up their safety Also, there’s a phone To call up for backup To call out for Joan To gather the soldiers To guide up a drone And if you are hungry There’s an Ice-cream cone In here we’re all safe And in here we’re all grown

There she goes running Around you, day laps Here she goes driving The airplane wing flaps There she goes winning The audience claps Here she going writing And sends through the apps Why won’t she rest now Why fill all the gaps? While you’re not looking The pigeon then craps On your vehicle The bigger hand slaps That ancient scroll The old author wraps

When there’s no book there You write your own When there’s no music You compose your own When there is silence The emptiness gone How could you do this? And why not just, don’t? What is your purpose? Your reasons unknown

There goes another moment Never to be held in embrace There goes a precious sunset Never falling upon her face There goes every comment Never being in his grace Here comes that letter sent Finding itself in a case

Make your own world If they kick you out of theirs Sing your own tune Walking down petty stairs You’re not abandoned Even if no one cares You can keep standing There are many more chairs You can be third There are many more pairs You can be circles I choose yellow squares I can make up My own set of prayers I can wake myself up From those nightmares I can explain to me All those affairs You can keep yours There are many more shares You’re not the only one There are more heirs Follow the train of thoughts Until the end of time Until the end of rhyme Until the start of crime Until the very climb Until your empty prime Until the shineless dime Until the clownish mime Until the tasteless thyme Until the streets so grime Until the toyish slime Until it is nighttime Until the sour lime Follow the train of you Until it is showtime

You laugh maniacally after each verse You treat them as though they’re some kind of curse Are you a witch or are you a hearse? Leave me alone now don’t make this worse Take all your things, put them in your purse

لا ترقص على إيقاع حزني وإلا أرسلت تعزيةً من الطير نحوك لا تضحك على أوجاع قومٍ حيثما يتعثروا، خطواتهم هي أشوك

“The lambs have been awfully quiet today.” Said the wolf to the shepherd, and beckoned The wolf was inspired to go to the bay The lambs may be tired, the wise shepherd reckoned The shepherd was worried that they wouldn’t stay He looked up again at the screen for a second And made up a string from a pretty horse sleigh The wolf was a liar, they were just his prey The shepherd just wanted a big number weigh

فتكت سماك القرش بي ورمى رماح القوس لي جيش ينادي كيف لي بتمائمٍ لا تنتمي لدمٍ يلاقيني فلي هدفٌ ولكن ليس بي ما قال قومي كل بي صبر وقلب يغتني ورداً وغيماً يشتري لا قوس لي لا سهم لي لا رمح لا وسلاح لي قلمي وحيدٌ يجتني ثمرا من الجنات لي *